For those of you (us) who drink adult beverages, Chapter 7 is in the queue for Saturday morning. Some light reading for you while you recover from your late night celebrations. Of course, while 50 is the new 40, 9:30 is the new midnight, too.
Remodeling work is progressing well. It'll be totally done well before we can actually write the contract on it. (90-day FHA flip rule.) Now if the new company that bought the place my wife works gets a clue that paying the staff $14 per hour doesn't work when they can make $15 per hour flipping burgers, or $18 at the Amazon warehouse, that'd be great. Note that my wife isn't an hourly worker - she's Director of Nursing, and the number two person in the facility, so she's salary.
I've still got two clients I'm trying to find houses for, but supply and demand still exists. If all you folks would quit fleeing the People's Democratic Republic portions for actual real America for a while, that'd be great. (Except for military veterans - we'll take ALL of you! And your guns - lots of guns.)
Folks, it's a blog and includes my own personal opinions. I can do that, and just because my opinions don't match yours doesn't make me a bad guy. Get over yourselves and quit taking your own political views so seriously!