I was able to breathe normally for the past 3 days. Today, one of our trial attorneys said that her 12 year old daughter (who has asthma) had my same symptoms this weekend. Thinking it was an asthma attack, they got her into the emergency room. Turned out it was heat exhaustion. I guess that does explain things for me, too, since I had the breathing problems the Monday after returning from Vegas, when the weather in California was in the 100s all week. This weekend was good because I stayed with Mr. W and he had the air conditioning on the entire time. Today, I didn’t even leave at lunch to go to the gym.

The #2 reason I didn’t go gymming today (#1 being the usual and omnipotent “I don’t feel like it”) was because I was feeling edgy about our housing offer. We were supposed to hear about our #2 house offer today from the bank, and also to get back to the #1 house people who countered our 1st offer by accepting our original price. The #1 house people know not to put themselves on hold for us, so there’s a chance that when their counter offer expired yesterday and if we don’t get the #2 house, someone else could snatch the #1 house away from us and we’re back in square 1. (What analogy is that, anyway? Hopscotch?) Our realtor doesn’t think we’re at high risk for #1 being snatched away, tho, cuz they’re still listed on MLS as their original slightly elevated price. He did call at the end of lunch with an update on #2. There is 1 other offer in aside from ours. However, that is a weaker offer because they offered $449K instead of our $450 (why wouldn’t you put in the extra $1K to make it an even number?), and they’re only offering 10% down instead of our 20%. So our realtor thinks we’re looking pretty good. However, the bank is STILL considering and wants to get back to us either end of the day today or tomorrow. I stayed at work till 6p just in case, waiting for the phone to ring, which it didn’t. Well, it wasn’t a total loss; I got the insane score of 320K+ in Bejeweled, beating the courthouse record of 126K points, so I made sure to email the record holder before I left to rub it in. I was stuck in that one last game of Bejeweled for so long, in fact, that when my judge poked his head in before he left, he didn’t say the usual, “Okay, see ya in the morning.” Instead, he said, “I’m gonna go out and see if I can find you some crack.”

Guess TOMORROW is the new d-day. *sigh*