We wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already binged your way through the latest season of Selling Sunset on Netflix. There’s no better way to pass the time than lounging on the sofa in leggings, watching the glamorous women from The Oppenheim Group glide around in sky scraper heels, trying to sell houses to the richest of the rich.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’