Yesterday spent thusly:
1. Early morning, crawling around doing IT work, discovering dust bunnies the size of Denny Hastert's spleen (eww!), tracking down a problem with our overnight backup network server (fixed! yay!).
2. Late morning, yelling at building's elevator maintenance guys (elevator shut down since yesterday, someone stuck in it Saturday night, sporadic problems for months now), and walking up and down 7 flights of stairs. (not fixed! boo!)
3. Early afternoon, looking at real estate: we may move our office, we may sell our place and move our office, or we may just flee the jurisdiction and start touring with the Grateful Dead. Errr, well, guess that option is out, perhaps just move to Vansterdam and become street poets. We were going to rent a 2,000 sq ft office in our building, but apparently oral contracts are not worth much more than Republican ethics. Or something. Feeling metaphorically challenged this morning. Anyway, after we thought we had made a deal to rent for 6 months, then explore a purchase, the owner changed his mind, I think, and rented to someone else right before going to Thailand for a month.
This lovely door from our almost new office.
4. Early evening: long walk in the West Loop, partially looking at rental office space, partially stretching our legs. Photos later.
Note: no blogging time available. I don't have as good of an excuse as Geoff, but c'est la la. Smell ya later.
Good luck findiing a new place. At leaast you aren't in So. Cal. We are being skinned here so we pay rents or mortgages.
Really, I mean what I say. I will light a candle to Yeamanjá right now. It won't do any harm and we do have home insurance, just in case. Yes, I am getting paranoid.