Well, by the time you read the new chapter, I will be in debt for 30 years. I bought a tank of gas. Oh, wait - maybe it's because we close on our house Friday morning. You'd think it'd be easy to knock out one final chapter in a book, but when I'm doing a short move - two miles - we're not doing the traditional pack everything and then move it all over a weekend, we're simply taking stuff and actually putting it where it needs to go. Since I don't have a pickup truck now, that means put stuff in a few bins, load them up, take them over, unload them, rinse, repeat.
At 60 years old, this ain't fun anymore, either.
Oh, and the only reason I say 30 years is because that's the length of the mortgage. We'll have it paid off in less than 10.
However, Monday I'll need to be sitting at the new house for six hours while they do all the wiring for cable and security systems, and I'll have my laptop. I sense a typing frenzy coming. I'm shooting for April Fool's Day to have things on Bookapy.