Summer Sale.

When I was in KC for Mother's Day, my family, unanimously, encouraged me to go ahead and put my house on the market.  I don't retire from Parkland until the end of December, so if my house sells this summer, I'll need to rent somewhere in Champaign (easier said than done when you bring a little Jack Russell Terrier along).

But here I go.  What the hell.  Everything is a chance at this point of my life.  Stay positive.  Do a little bit (like packing) at a time.  Know in your heart that everything will work out.