Talked to an old, old friend yesterday. We hadn't spoken for years.
I told her: how we're cycling again, how it's eating all my free time and lots of what should be work time too, how I'm glad that there is an end in sight, how frustrating it is that that end just got moved by several months.
She told me: what she paid for a McMansion (her word!) on the outskirts of an interior city, what the mortgage balance is, how much lower than that the current offering price is, and what the impact on her personal and professional life will be if (when) it doesn't sell.