I'm starting to feel the beginnings of a freak out. Small tell-tale signs of it. This whole selling the house/buying a new one is going to be the death of me. Not because it's stressful (which it is) but because Ken is causing the bulk of my stress. For months he's wanted to stage the house for sale. While that's all fine and dandy, the house isn't going on the market for 11 more months. He wants to pack up everything we own and put it in storage. That's fine, but we're not putting the house on the market for 11 months. Sure, we're going to start having some work done in a few months, but even that's a few months away. There's no need to clean out the first floor of our house yet if we're not having ceiling work done until September. He can't get that through his head. He's stressing me the fuck out. But I wouldn't have him any other way. We are such polar opposites in many ways. This is a prime example. He's pulling me forward while I'm trying to reign him in somewhat. It's a nice, but sometimes extreme, balance. Right now it's verging on the extreme. Bah! I just want to be rid of this place and already have my comic room in the new place decorated and up and running.