Crap, I need more stain. And I don't feel like going out again tonight. Enough for a first coat, but a couple of places need a little extra.

Porch light is re-glassed and hung. It's pretty!

Swim was crap, but I didn't have to stop.

Now I'm going to give myself a manicure, then go let the dogs out down the street.

Yikes, Kate! I vote UFO.

Whoa, Kate! That's really scary. I hope it wasn't a plane.

Me too, amyth. (I like Jesse's UFO idea.) It was just horrifying at first, when I was sure it was a plane, and then the more we watched, the more confused I was. M thought he saw whatever it was fly away after the flames went out, so I'm hoping that's true.

There is a military base about an hour north of us, so... maybe it came from there, and was some kind of drill or something? IDK. So bizarre.

Also, re: your earlier post, what prompted the breakup with your therapist?

I vote UFO.

Sad about Katy Perry and Russell Brand.

Grace is currently on her last pair of shoes because she keeps stepping in dog poo even though I am certain I have cleaned the yard. In the past 2 days, she and Noah have befouled at least 4 pairs of shoes.

I have to decide what to do about therapy myself -- I don't have a next appointment scheduled. I like going, because I like her, but I don't feel like I'm doing any work. So, eh.

My sleep psychologist is stalking me. I wish she could see my complete lack of connection with her, but if she could (or cared), maybe she wouldn't suck so hard that I'd be running away from her so cravenly.

I love this NPR list of people who comment on year-end lists. I'm trying to avoid year end lists, and I've still hit up on about one of each so far this past week.

Okay, going home now. Jeez.

He said something that pissed me off, and then I just couldn't get past it. I still think he's a good therapist, and he helped me a lot this past year, but just not right for me, especially not for what I'm trying to work on right now.

I could get into specifics, but...eh.

You know, I really thought that once escrow on the house closed, the screw ups with the bank and the escrow officer and the real estate agent would stop, but NSM.

The escrow officer I was assigned was supposed to send me the final papers and a sizable refund check via Fedex overnight delivery on Thursday, but when I emailed her about an hour ago asking what had happened since I didn't get them, she still had the papers and the check in her office. I know this, because she is now sending a messenger to my office with them, which means I can't leave until he gets here.

Also, my insurance company decided to keep charging me renter's insurance, even though I have had 5 million conversations with them about the fact that I was buying a house.