It’s hot and all our shorts are in Texas

I am starting to countdown moving into a house. My friends are counting down to the time I will no longer go over to their houses to use their washing machines.

I still have an irrational fear that this won't happen. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's gut level fear that I will never have enough space (or a garage). However, I am moving forward with the assumption that everything will work out. I've even switched over my newspaper subscription. It's called faith.