I’m putting a bid in on a house today. This is serious business. I think that I’ve done as much research, planning and judgment as possible. I’ve consulted friends, neighbors, countrymen, undocumented immigrants, stray cats, augurer and haruspex. I’ve even done the math n times. Everything seems to be working out. Even with all of that, I’m still ridiculously nervous. I feel like I’m missing or forgetting something. Mom is the only one who thinks I’m moving too quickly, it may be this that is troubling me, since I respect her experience. The place is a two-unit colonial built in 1900, on a stable residential street and off-street parking. Even without a tenant upstairs, the mortgage should be easily affordable. I’m jumpy. What!