Well, today is closing day… which means the next 4 days are moving days.  It is exciting about closing day but not so exciting about moving days.  The funny thing is, I had my walk through last night.  The previous owners had a list of about 4 things the inspector listed that should be addressed, but I only had them fix one thing because I figured I rather do the work myself for the other stuff.  The smoke detector in the master bedroom had no power at all and the one in the basement was missing (although it was in the kitchen drawer upstairs).  So really, they had two task that would have totaled about 8 minutes of work… I just fixed one of them on my own during the walk through last night.  The other amusing thing was they really hadn’t moved anything since I was last in the house about 3 weeks ago.  There was much left but honestly, why not move it out right away.  My agent had to go back this morning and double check to make sure everything was moved out, luckily it was.  They didn’t take time to sweep or vacuum anything, big surprise.  It is kind of amusing because when I moved out of the last house I still cleaned it afterward just because I didn’t want the new owner to think the previous owner was a slob or lazy.  That may be something my parents taught me growing up though.  I moved quite a few times when I was younger, so I’m kind of good at it but I just hate doing it.

So, interesting story… I’ve been a firm believer in the concept that many medications were more controlled by state-of-mind than anything else.  If you think a medication is doing something for you, than you’re more likely to see results.  I’m beginning to wonder if that is more true or less true than I think.  I was put on an anti-depressant for quite some time for issues not related to mental health.  I wish my doctor would have said get off your ass, be more healthy and active because that is what did the most for my symptoms.  Since we are a society that expects instant results, I was put on medication.  At one point in the last year, money got tight and I decided I wasn’t paying the $50 copay my last job charged to go to a specialist for another years worth of medication and I just stopped taking it.  This is one of those wean on/off drugs, so I wasn’t supposed to do that but I did anyway.  I have to say, smartest decision I’ve made in a long time.  I could never figure out why I felt like I had little control over my thoughts and emotions for the last 4 or 5 years and I’m pretty sure it was that drug.  That’s probably a big part of the reason I am where I am today… instant results means not really wanting to figure out how to fix things too I guess.  Anyway, I’ve decided the mind is by far much better medication than any anti-depressant.  It is kind of nice feeling normal again, especially when I get to read about all kinds of crazy people on a daily basis.

This is the start of 5 busy days.  Off to closing, then off to buy a new 46″ 1080p 120 Mhz LCD, then off to Omaha…