My mom and I were talking about my habit that looks remarkably like ADD of just talking about shit forever. A stream of consciousness that is constantly changing and nuts, but I usually never lose track of what I was talking about originally (I use the word usually very loosely here).
This is one of the things she said "...maybe it's better to filter out things and have a certain percent of your verbal output be intended for actual interaction."
Very funny stuff.
I spoke to the Florida realtor this morning, and she answered my questions that I posed to her long ago. She was waiting for the owner to get back to her. But anyways, they say they won't let anyone else look at the house as long as I promise to move in by December 1st. So I think I'm going to do that.