Decisions, decisions, decisions

I've been ruminating.... I dislike having to be an adult and an orphan. But I've sucked it up (without the benefit of Paxil or Guinness I might add ) and have started to make much needed decisions. First, I'm selling the house. Getting it on the market by November at latest. As much as I like the calm and serenity that this small town offers it really isn't for me. Won't make much money on the home but whatever cash I have after it sell will be better than nada. Secondly, not going to London or Barcelona over Turkey Day. Need to save the money. Selling a house isn't easy. Many repairs are needed to make it presentable. So here I'll stay, painting, fixing, upgrading. Bill LOVES the thought of me in my little tool belt and all for the wrong reasons I might add. Third, no more dawdling about anything in my life. I've wallowed far too long. Need to get back to work in 2010, stop being a pansy about it and focus on my goal of retiring to the Bay Area. Fourth, the decision about Ramona hasn't been made yet. She's asleep at my feet at the moment. Dreaming of walking, running, sniffing, and belly rubs. This decision is the hardest and I'm simply ignoring it.