When Things Go Smoothly, I Worry

My condo situation has taken a bizarre turn: After 5 months of handing Chase multiple copies of everything but my birth certificate, my short sale negotiation has begun moving at warp speed. The eager buyer remains convinced our September 30th closing date will come to pass as my dream team executes each finesse demanded by Chase like racing Greyhounds pursuing a mechanical bunny. For example, my last appraisal required three weeks’ notice; the team scheduled one in three days. Sure I await the other dropped shoe, but I can’t help hoping that shoe turns out to be a fluffy slipper.