Need to Sleep. Sleep Won’t Come

I am so tired.  I can’t even begin to tell you.  I blame the 100 proof vodka.  But I’m trying to stay up until at least 8 p.m. so I can sleep through the night.  Here’s a cartoon I wish was about me.  But none of my cats would stand for shit like that. Kathy has found me a house or two I might could live in.  She for sure found me one I want to spend some time sitting at a kitchen table in, while staring out at that back yard.

We’ll see.

Here’s what’s wrong with it.

The interior is a few hideous colors.

The gutters have issues.

The bathrooms are outdated.

The washer and dryer are in an outbuilding.

It’s farther north than I wanted to be.

It’s off Dickerson, not in Inglewood, and it’s suburban in a way that I can’t decide if it bothers me.

The kitchen will need updating in the next little bit.

Here’s what I love about it.

It needs to be painted, some colors we choose to suit us.

The bathrooms and kitchen are in solid shape, which means that we’d just be fixing them up for aesthetic reasons, not for any pressing need and, again, we could redo them to suit us.  And I believe the one bathroom is next to a rather large closet, so we could consider bringing the washer and dryer in the house.

There is beautiful wood paneling in one of the rooms.

The backyard is fenced in.

The house backs up to a church, so you have no neighbors across the back, but instead look upon the church’s lawn.

The yard is exquisitely landscaped and, though there are lots of trees, there’s also a big sunny spot in the back yard where a girl might have a garden if she liked.

There are three bedrooms, a living room, and a great big eat-in kitchen, as well as a den with a massive fireplace.

The window in the kitchen is huge and overlooks the back yard.

There are windows in the bathrooms.

It’s a little more than I can afford, so they’d have to come down on the price some and I have to have my trusty advisers take a look at it before I can say for sure that I want to put an offer on it.  But it feels like something I could make mine.

I wonder what Mrs. Wigglebottom would make of having a yard…