‘Bout time. We have an offer on the house. That, and I spent the entire afternoon being chatted up by (in something like this order) a real estate agent, a potential employer, and another potential employer. We’re to the point in this puzzle where we just need to fix some of the parameters and see if the others can be made to fit.
In short: W00t. I’m cooking out of the Moosewood cookbook tonight, unless I can catch the rabbit I saw in the garden as I was coming home. If I get my hands on him, I’m eatin’ ‘im. He started it.