This has been one of those weeks.

A simple run to the local pizza joint for pick up (and a slight delay on the order) turned into a missing Garmin from an unlocked car- small towns are not immune from crime. The car was in view of the front door- not used to locking, or looking.

Closings that were already late, but surely couldn't exceed yet another week...DID.

The annoyances seemed unrelenting.

I don't know if over-reaction has more to do with a seemingly unending assault on us, the public, from arms length entities- be they credit card companies ("Yes, we have the right to raise your interest rate to 29%, irrespective of timely payments") to a missing Garmin (HEY- I'M GETTING RIPPED OFF ENOUGH) to the delays inherent in ANY bank transaction, or buyer...or seller...or dentist with no other patients while I wait for an hour...

But enough already- not with the current environment, but with how it's managed. By me.

Recollections of selling an entire building of condominiums a few years back that were delayed, delayed, delayed (to the tune of nine months) should have prepared me well for current events. I missed other things as I worried- should have learned something.

To panic then was OK- to panic or over react now is just compromising life.

Time spent to criticize government programs (OK- fish in a barrel) or time indulged in lamenting our extraordinary transformation from a civil real estate environment (at least, sometimes) to a brutal challenge, or time spent making an effort to galvanize an assortment of causes (how can one not) is FINE.

But this environment is also an open invitation to experience life being anything BUT such endeavors. And frankly, my dog still needs me to toss his ball (rather than heave it), and my mother needs to hear more than, "I'll call you back" (regardless of how tempting). I miss talking with my sister.

My sister has an adorable teen aged son, and we ROARED over his experimented-got-caught-love-him-but-how-could-he-be-so-stupid* teenaged exploits. On Monday, I'd have been too immersed to get this much needed laugh. On Saturday, it was my salvation.

Hope you find yours this week!

*except, who leaves a car open with a Garmin on the dash?