I need to stop writing “Closing” on my calendar. Every time I do—something comes along to fuck it all up. We had two bad rain storms and nothing leaked. Torrential downpour, scary high winds, can’t see out the windows, bad rain storms. Nothing. Leaked. So we had someone scheduled to come fix the wall—tear out the rest of the damaged drywall, put in new insulation, check for mold, fresh plastic, fresh drywall, tape seams, paint,… Keep reading…Jinxed…