I did fix a minor problem with the system. The USB bridge had come loose from my main DVD player (it sorta holds onto the normal cable connector, and there's frequently some jarring involved in moving the setup), so I pulled the PC case, plugged it back in, and rigged up some velcro to keep it in place.
And I watched a bunch of stuff on Graham Chapman, as well as a lot of his skits.
I finally crawled into bed - well, sleeping bag - some time around 8:00am. The guy who was supposed to call about the lawnmower never did.
I finished designing a business card during the afternoon and early evening - and didn't make it to my parents' until something like 6:00pm. Being the forgiving sorts they are, they still fed me dinner (filet mignon, no less), as I brought them up to date on the real estate oddness of the last week.
I also made myself at least a little useful, and put a couple of bags of salt in their softener.
I left there around 10:30pm or so. It took a great deal of effort, but I managed to get myself to stop off at the HoD. The new development there is that the lockbox and real estate sign are gone. Most likely this means my agent got in contact with AMC, and was told that the foreclosure had gone through. I left a message on his phone.
I then did a teeny bit of sorting and packing. Actually, most of it I just dumped in the car. After an hour and a half or so, and very little progress, I felt like I was going to scream, so I put what I had in the car and headed home.
After unloading the car, I was still feeling pretty panicky, so I did the natural thing, and went up the road to the Easy Mart and got myself a Special Dark. I still feel like crap, but it's astounding how much chocolate can do. Especially dark chocolate.
This will pass, but right now I'm feeling very old, decrepit, and unloveable. It's amazing how little we age on the inside, while the façade falls apart.