I decided to take a shower and brush my teeth and generally try to appear human, maybe even straighten up the house that has turned into a hovel, but wouldn't you know that before I could there is a knock on the door. Apparently Gray made an appointment with the realtor and did not tell me, and then left for the day. So I had to invite her in wearing a sweatshirt with A/D all over it from syringe feeding, uncombed hair that is greasy from not showering, and a house such a mess that there was really nowhere to sit down where we were not staring at a pile of papers of something.  I tried to act nonchalant about all of this and just tell her I have been sick and Gray did not tell me about the appointment, but it really was embarassing.  And it really emphasized how far I am psychologically from the rest of the human race, sitting there trying to look alert and act like I care about market analyses and house values and such.  It was almost amusing, but not quite.
 
Well, off to the shower, unless some crisis occurs before I get there, which unfortunately is quite possible these days.
 
Michelle

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