Well, it could instead be that we move in…. 150 days or so. Much more manageable. We still don’t know for sure, perhaps we’ll know in five days.

More time, perhaps, to visit my parents, sister, and brother, which pleases me to no end.

Maybe we’ll be able to have a rock-em sock-em 5th birthday party here for our son, if we stay that long. Maybe he’ll enjoy a PreK graduation ceremony, just like his big sister did two years ago. (I’m finding that he takes note of such things.)

Friends are happier to hear of this possibility, too.

It all makes being slightly jerked around by a big company much more enjoyable.