After I locked up and got into my car, I looked back at the house. It seemed to be looking at me like a little kid - wide-eyed, excited, and a little nervous about it's new adventure. I paused. "Thank you, house, for your loving years of service, for the great shape you're in, and let's intend that the new owners be loving, fun and good stewards." That felt better. I drove home, letting the work of the past days fall away, and proceeded to have a delightful, peaceful Thanksgiving.
The next day, Friday, the house went on the market. Early that morning, neighbor Brad called and asked, "What are the police and animal control doing at the house?" Huh?!