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 Earlier in the week, the assistant realtor went to our old house to see how things were going with the "get ready to sell the damn thing" project, and smelled gas. Some context: the gas stove there is old-ish, and the pilot light for a burner going out was not an unusual occurrence. But being smart, she contacted the gas company, who sent someone out and (after much moving of things) discovered that the connection from the gas line to the stove had a small leak. 

:: insert terrified emoji here :: 

But hey! The house didn't blow up, either then or OMG WHILE WE WERE LIVING THERE. 

Soooooo the nice person from the gas company turned off the gas. When the house is shown to interested sellers, the gas will be turned back on. Did I mention the plan is to sell it "as-is" to a developer or dedicated house flipper. Yes, that means we'll get less money, but it also means we don't have to do anything to it. 

Interestingly, I wonder if that's part of the reason I've been slowly been feeling better and with slightly less brain fog. 

:: insert another terrified emoji here ::

So! That's how things are going in JilliLand. How are you folks?