As I undertake the final condo cleaning ritual this week and leave keys and garage door opener in the unit for the last time, I still have no idea if the closing will take place on October 27th. My attorney is confident it’s a done deal. My realtor, shell-shocked from watching too many sales crash at the last minute, remains very cautious. The days creep by. I receive the latest batch of papers to sign and understand a little more about how it feels to be schizophrenic, only there are no drugs on the market to treat my particular condition.