I just came back from signing the sale papers for the trailer, so I hope this is it. While in the title place with Chuck I had to speak with the electric company, and started babbling on like the idiot I am. Then shortly after that I started crying. Haven't stopped yet, but I will, I will. Amazing how emotionally disturbing the event was. Chuck is an incredibly nice man.

I did read a part of the paper and discovered I am a "grantor." I said to the title woman, "I'm a grantor and Chuck's an agent -- are you an agent, too?" She said, "No, I'm a notary." I said, "Too bad -- that doesn't sound as sinister as grantor or agent." Well, "grantor" sounds kind of mysterious at best, I suppose, but "agent" -- what child didn't want to grow up to be a (secret) agent?

When I connected to the 'net just now I tried to access my blog-edit page and got a page of weirdness that I didn't read, except to note the name of a server "Apache Tomcat," which made me think how good "Tomcat" is as a name, then wonder why that was so.

Then there was a zzz and the connection cut out and as I tried to reconnect it said there was no dial tone. Then it connected. So there was a wobble in the phone line, I'd reckon.