This house-buying business is making me crazy. I go to bed late and wake up early, expecting my inbox to be full of bad news like, the realtors have all mysteriously disappeared or the house suddenly burned down. Still beats living in Phoenix.

But so far so good it seems. The house passed inspection and needs only a couple things: a new bulkhead frame (there's already a new bulkhead door in the basement. Clearly something Keith had intended to install before he died). And new electrical (it has 100 amps but the circuits are overloaded and some of the wiring is original).

We found a picture of Keith in a desk and a bunch of pictures of his cats. Cross-legged like Burroughs sitting with a black couple, possibly the neighbors. Definitely had a sort of a gay look, if such a thing exists. By the end of the two hour inspection yesterday Raegan and I were both wheezing from the dander. Gotta throw out all the rugs. Get the floors redone.