we have a pill for that...

No great social observations this time. No complacentcy-shattering diatribes, no cynical punditry. Just the Pharmacy Bar...it's definitely one of the coolest-looking businesses on 18th street, with its comforting cascade of blue pills, tumbling down the wall like a dream of chemical bliss...

We may need the Blue Pills to get through the next two weeks with sanity intact. For those following our journey into first-time-home-buying, we're now on the final sprint towards closing. Inspection is done. Appraisal is done. Haggling over last-minute repairs seems done.

So now we wait, and TRY to stay calm by sucking the blue pills off the dusty brick walls of the Pharmacy Bar... Tastes like lead-based paint. Need water. I don't know what they DO, man, but I'm gonna find out...

Two weeks and counting.