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With 44 days to go before I hand over the keys door codes on my house, I looked at one last place today. It's at the north end of the Northalsted/Boystown neighborhood east of Wrigley Field, so the location is fantastic. The unit itself didn't show well at all because the current owners, shall I say, don't seem to have the same standards of maintenance that I do. It's fairly small and I don't think I would like my home-office situation. Disappointing.

I believe I have sold my house. I will know for sure when the buyer deposits the main portion of her earnest money with my agent tomorrow or Tuesday. The agreed price (5% over asking) means that my house will have appreciated at 7.9% annually since I bought it—about double the general inflation rate. That's, frankly, insane.

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Secretary of State Marco Rubio admitted yesterday that the OAFPOTUS administration has achieved an unprecedentedly stupid outcome through its unprovoked war against Iran:

The temperature at Inner Drive Technology World HQ has plummeted 4°C in less than 90 minutes as a cold front plowed through the area. I pity the people attending Opening Day at Wrigley, and not just because of the weather.

I have some work left to do today, which is unfortunate given the 18°C sunny weather this afternoon and the impending pneumonia front that will, in 24 hours, take us half-way back to winter for a day and a half. The forecast looks a lot like late March in Chicago should: 21°C today, 15°C plummeting to 1°C tomorrow, 4°C Friday (low of -1°C), 9°C Saturday, 15°C Sunday, and 19°C Monday. This lets us exercise our entire wardrobe excepting, mercifully, our heaviest winter coats.

Sure Happy It's Tuesday! Here's what crossed my desk today:

The last two weeks have really taken a toll, so I don't have a lot of creativity to spare today. Between performances, travel, an open house, and everything else, I didn't have a normal day from the 10th until yesterday. And yesterday was only "normal" in that I had no planned or scheduled activities of any kind, which I celebrated by doing fuck all.

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