Ugh -- forget about 366, or 350 or 320? May and June evaporated. I'm sure if I pulled out my calendar, I could tell you where 61 days went. Today, no exception. From the list: package oversized stuff animal gift, check. Edit and print detailed feature sheet for new listing, check. Grab signs, flyers (designed yesterday and flash printed in Minnesota, then overnighted), check. Start contract for house offer, check. Field phone calls about new Montclair tax rate, check. Go to mandatory 3 hour ethics training class where I learn being a realtor makes me a defender of American democracy and the right to own private property, check. Take call from client who thinks I'm reclining on my couch in air conditioning (I wish), check. Recommend tank removal personnel, check. Consult on timing of tank removal, check. 4pm -- see roiling thunderstorm approaching, decide to run home to grab an umbrella and flip flops before going to 5pm house showing, check. Thunderstorm, check. Get impossibly wet showing house but we get to see the sump pump works, check. Field text messages about Montclair tax rate and "catch up" payments, check. 7pm, home for night? No. Go back to office to finish writing up offer, check. Write cover letter, get pre approval, check. Submit offer, check. Answer more text messages about a mortgage commitment and home inspection issues, check. Agree with customer that Chris Christie has not helped the property tax situation in NJ, check. Did I say I had no idea where May and June went? This was just one day in, oh man, it's already past the middle of July.