First of all, this is not my front porch, lolol. It's the community building in the development I used to drive by and say, “I cannot imagine why anybody would want to live there.”
Where we now live.
Because sometimes, life has you walk out the front door of your home, and never walk back in that door again. Sometimes, life says, “Time for something new!” — and its approach to surprises is not at all the least traumatic presentation possible.
Sometimes you find out that you can't live in a normal house anymore, because your body has become sensitized to all the normal “stuff” that gathers in houses with things like basements.
So you move to an AirBnb while you look for a new-construction home built on a slab foundation, where you can have a MERV-13 filter and UV-C light installed in the HVAC, and Stanley Steemer can come clean the lingering construction dust (and, no joke, a bagel) out of the ductwork before you even move in.
And now, two years later, you have a Zoom consult scheduled with an IAQ specialist in Chicago, who's going to educate you on specialized cleaning protocols. Because your body has not stopped tremoring, for the love of all that is holy. Which means that the levels — even here, in your new home — are not low enough for your body to stop shaking.
Either that, or you haven't actually reached the end of the story. But we won't talk about that. (Besides, you've got an incredible doctor and a boatload of testing results saying, “This is it.”)
But that's not even what I came here to say. That was just “first of all, this is not my front porch, lolol.”
What I was really coming to say was, Nope. I'm too wiped out to write an email. I have two 2-hour American Idol episodes to watch. And I don't really feel like I have anything to say tonight.
Lolol.
