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I have here, in my hot little hand, a signed (faxed) lease for my house.
Renters are a couple from California that is moving up here so he can
take a new job. She came on Saturday and looked the place over, went
home and convinced him they wanted it. She called Monday to say "Yes,
please!" but I had left my cellphone at home, so I called her back
Tuesday. I copied a lease off the internet, filled in the blanks and
faxed it to them Tuesday afternoon. He called that night with some
questions. I agreed to both of his (minor) amendments.

Then I spent all of yesterday being twitchy because they hadn't called
or faxed back the lease. Chris told me I wasn't allowed to panic yet; as
Minister of Panic he would tell me when to panic.

Lo and behold, though, when I checked the fax machine this morning, she
had sent it yesterday evening, probably just after I left work. This is
a great relief for the household financial situation. It does, however,
push "finish cleaning out the old place" higher up the priority list.