This has been one of the roughest time zone wipe outs for me yet.
I don’t think it was the long flight, broken by a plane change in Minneapolis (long enough to buy another thermos mug from Caribou Coffee and not much else), or waiting for our ride at Heathrow Terminal 4.
Never mind that the plane was full and I hardly slept or that I haven’t slept regularly since getting home. Managed to make a dental trip for Ms Soprano on Tues without running off the road (close but made it) and got to work although I am not sure that I really accomplished much of anything.
It must be the house.
You see, one of the things we were doing in San Francisco was house pricing. Not intending to buy, mind you, just looking. Unfortunately we found what just might be the perfect house for DH. I like the house alot, even though it is in the East Bay and want to be in the city.
It is just that house prices are so horrible in California. Our first three houses (ok, Minnesota but still) were well under 6 six figures. DC was more expensive, enough so that I was willing to freak out on a house costing double what our last house had cost. We sold our last stateside house in 1997 (ouch, 11 years ago) and have owned in Heidelberg since 2001.
The good thing is that this house is less expensive than the house we now have (currency changes and inflation have worked in our favor) but still. It means that if our offer is accepted we won’t have a lot of cash for the next year or so and will have to find a one year tenant so as to avoid any unpleasantness at removing a renter.
I will know tomorrow. Meanwhile, knitting has given way to mindless computer games in an effort to zone out and not panic.