In which I whine. Just a little

So I know now why I felt like I needed a nap at work last night, when I don't, usually.
I'm sick.
Or I am getting sick.
I always seem to be the one that gets a summer cold. Not every summer, but when I am going to have a cold, it is almost always during the summer.
I am at that very early stage of just not feeling great. The stage where I am delusional enough to hope it is just my allergies, but knowing in my heart it isn't. That scratchy throat, mild headach-y stage. That lethargic "I don't wanna" stage. I hate this stage.
At least in the full blown "I feel like crap" stage, you can admit defeat, stay home, and moan on the couch under your blanket of soggy kleenex's. Instead of doing that, I am working. And I will be tomorrow night, too. And after that, glorious vacation. 3 weeks of it. (thats why I am getting sick.suuuucks).

In good, non whining news, the loan officer, and realtor called MM and myself today. It seems we were (fingers remaining crossed KNOCK on wood) blessed by the house fairy. Our loan was a "clean approval" meaning-
all our ducks were in a row, there were no red flags, the house is worth what we are paying for it, and they don't need our first born children (lucky MG)
and, the house should be ours by June 23. We are going Sunday for a final walk through, to sign the septic repair report (they fixed the whole thing, tree roots were the culprit). After that, the last hurdle. Mountains of paperwork to sign, more money to fork over, and then we are in. I am still cautioning myself to not get too excited until I have a set of keys in my hand, and I can delete the realtors name out of my cell phone.Then, look out.