MOLD!!!

Dear all,

Well, there's good news, and then there's bad news. Which first?

I'll go with the bad news: Our apartment is infested with toxic mold. Yep--yellow mold, orange mold, green mold, black mold. I even think I saw some red mold, but that could've been rust from an old bathroom fixture.

The good news: Now we know why I've been sick all winter! The symptoms line up perfectly; I've had chronic sinusitis, swollen lymph nodes, and--the real clincher, as far as I'm concerned--a swollen thyroid gland. Yes, mold can make your thyroid swell up like a football!

So we're moving; we have to, for my health. As it is, we're living with the windows always open, and it's getting a little cold. But we have been blessed, amazingly so--I walk into P.E.C. on Sunday morning, tell the folks about the apartment, and a brother in the ward says, "Hey, Brother ________ has a condo that he rents, and the current renter is moving out at the end of the month." So, long story short, we're taking it, assuming that it passes inspection tomorrow--I want to make sure that there isn't mold within a mile of this place. And, to sweeten things even more, the condo is in our ward boundaries, so we don't have to switch wards!

Talk about being blessed, eh? Glory be. So, yeah, it's a nice condo--kinda dated, judging by its '70s-era decor, but that's perfectly fine. It's bigger than our current place, too, so we can finally put up all our art. Plus, there are two--count 'em, two--duck ponds nearby. Sweet!