Im going to sell my house, not in this market. Right? I mean, its not like there was this huge bubble in Triad real estate, but my house is 10 years old, and there are brand-new ones going up in my neighborhood that look exactly like it and are going right now for about what Id like to get for mine.

Whew. For the most part Im happy with last Tuesdays results. Im pleased that Liddy Dole lost her seat to someone who actually lives in North Carolina. Im shocked that Pat McCrory didnt do better in his bid for governor.

Coffee. Thats it Ill make some coffee and plunge ahead. Im writing this on Monday morning, early, the day before the election the calm before the storm. And Im feeling the battle fatigue as an ache in my hips and lower back, where Ive recently begun carrying my stress.

When I was a kid I was afraid of the dark. I slept with the light on until it was no longer age-appropriate. If I stayed at a friends house past dark I would run home in a panic. I kept a flashlight near my bed. That kind of thing. Im no longer afraid of the dark.

Had a chance to sit down with Dr. Lawyer a few weeks ago in one of our semi-regular powwows, where we kick back and really get a good look, acknowledge the last decade of our lives and honestly assess the paths we’ve chosen. I get the better end of the deal: Dr. Lawyer is a psychiatrist and also a lawyer; people pay pretty well for his advice that I get for free because once, a long time ago, he threw up on my phone.

Ed Cone monitors the world from his thirdfloor aerie at the corner of South Elm and Lee streets, a tidy space of hardwoods and high ceilings with a bulwark of work surfaces and a d%u98EFr that might remind you of a cool older brothers bedroom.

So its to be a bailout on a massive scale, the biggest Band-Aid ever created to hold together the deepest wound our economy has suffered since 1929. And we have ourselves to blame. How much money are we talking about here? About $700 billion? No, wait almost $850 billion? Maybe more? Really? Really.

The friend requests have been tumbling in for weeks on my Facebook page, reaching critical mass this weekend with a final crush of long, lost faces. Im also getting Snapfish alerts and text messages, and my image is likely being tagged somewhere even at this moment.

How long, how longhowlong? the woman asked the young kid guarding the door. About five minutes he says. Evelyn Macomson was first in line. She got here early, 2 p.m., with her folding chair and her beach hat with The Price Is Right logo embroidered on the front and sat herself down for.

We knew something was wrong with Henry when he started peeing all over the house. That’s not something he normally does. Oh, he’ll bite your earlobes while you’re sleeping, and he’ll scratch the holy hell out of your shoes. Actually just my shoes. For some reason, Henry only scratches up my shoes.