Home inspection is tomorrow, and I dropped off the cheque for the appraisal today. I’m trying not to be excited because the inspection concerns me, as it would for any older house, but then the fucking Backyardigans roll in with their squalling crotchfruit, or that goddamned gross psycho hawks up a giant loogie at 6AM while I’m trying to enjoy my coffee, and I think I just can’t stand it any longer. In good news, Cindy said that if the inspection goes well and we’re on our way to light at the end of the tunnel, she’ll stop by and help me figure out what the yard needs (and where). If we get that far, I’ll start trenching my shrubs. We’ll see.