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I’m starting to tap my foot again. It’s 3:30 on Monday and the only information I have is that the seller’s accountant was supposed to have sent some information to the seller’s attorney around lunchtime. I sort of feel like if we had a mile left in this race, then that effort maybe got us a foot and a half. At this pace I’ll never get to the finish line for this house without someone coming up with something big.

I’ve called my agent again about fifteen minutes ago and left a message which probably means he’s now calling the seller’s agent to find out where this new information is.

I’ve set a deadline of noon on Wednesday. If I can’t begin moving into the house Wednesday afternoon I have to make other arrangements. It’s a simple as that. Yeah, it’ll suck to live out of a storage unit for a month or so, but I’m beginning to realize that it’s an inevitability.