Two weeks since our last showing. Two. Weeks.
There are two scheduled for tomorrow. Two.
Two days before we were planning to cancel our listing altogether.
It is pouring and our yard looks like crap. Covered in leaves.
I am not raking 25 bags of wet leaves off my yard in rainy 50 degree weather.
This feels very much like one of those messages from God.
I'll paraphrase. "You have absolutely no control of your life. Do you believe me yet?"