I have been losing track of time lately. Some times it moves very, extremely slowly. Other times it flies like it robbed a bank and Batman is after it. I seem to go from morning to evening and skip right over the afternoon. Or I go straight to evening, no morning, no afternoon. Ahn, oh well it'll sort its self out soon enough.
Still nothing in the real estate world, except that it sucks, and with the stock market crashing doesn't look like it will be improving anytime soon.
I'm hoping that with the market crashing it will make them lower interest rates to get this broken down wagon of a real estate market up and running again. And keep in mind this is a great time to buy. Tell your friends. Not so good to sell, tell your friends that too.
I need you all to pray to the Real Estate Gods that the people that are looking at my house this weekend will want to buy it. Now as you know I'm not much for praying, but I thought it couldn't hurt at this point. The Real Estate Gods are; the one in the upper right corner in the voguing pose wearing a towel, and the creepy crawly guy with horns in the upper left corner (agents often take both forms seemingly at will) Thanks.