Back to Earth

So I hired LB to stage the house. She brought in a contractor to do the serious preparation required to get the skeleton in good enough shape to hang her baubles on. It took a good month and during that time I shuffled from one bedroom to another and back, watched as all my crap was packed up and shipped to my sister K.'s garage, and tried to stay out of the way of the ever-present contractors who miraculously transformed my whimsical and amateurish renovation into one with broad appeal and a professional finish, without tossing all the character out the window. By most measures the project was a great success: the house was sold for an astonishing price, and I was roundly congratulated for making a good decision and following it up with decisive action and resolution. Unfortunately, somewhere in the middle of the transformation of the house, I lost the wind which had propelled me for the first few months post-S., and I stalled and fell very heavily and very quickly back to earth.