Kjel.org signed papers this morning formalizing the sale of the current HQ. The buyer signs tomorrow. If he somehow screws up this deal this late in the process I am going to murder him. Literally, I will kill him. Full-on take his life. I mean it. I even know which gun I’ll use to do it. I might go home and clean it right now, in fact. Or I might have some sharp words for him and egg his current house.
We move on Saturday. Things are a little tense at Kjel.org. I am desperately craving an afternoon of fishing by myself (well, not actually alone. A Super Big Gulp full of Slurpee and Bacardi may accompany me) but it is just not gonna happen in the foreseeable future. Please forgive me if I snap at you. Or completely snap as the case may be.
