Last night Somara sent me a text message about being very, very ill. The good news, it’s not CV-19 or whatever the hell you want to call this. She was diagnosed with an upper-respiratory infection, something I recall her battling with over the years via bronchitis. Anyway, this may delay the final actions to take on refinancing the house, aka the closing of my new mortgage.
Besides being pissed, I’m confused. When I got the call, I was told that Somara’s presence wasn’t required, she could come in and sign her share of the paperwork later. Now I feel like once again the credit union is moving the goal posts. Sadly, I guess I will find out tomorrow as nobody is answering my calls today and it’s too late as I write.
Fingers crossed.