Now I remember

why I hate civilian work. Man, that's four days of my life I won't be getting back. But it could have been worse.

We wrote a contract today on a place in North Richland Hills. Apparently the schools are good there. I dunno - all I know is they can close quickly, and that makes me happy. Further, this place is simply begging to have a tiki bar built by the pool, and so I now have something to think about.

I could, of course, spend time figuring out what sort of furniture needs to go inside (since the stuff in Florida is on its last legs, for the most part), but I'd rather try to think of the appropriate outdoor drinking setup. And outdoor lamps, since we're wired for them...