Those Things That Are Internal Fingernails on a Chalkboard
You know how, when you lose a tooth, or crack one or get a piece of popcorn stuck in between two teeth, you know how you can't help but slide your tongue over it again and again? Or, when you bash your elbow on something, how you seem to keep hitting that same sore elbow on everything else until it feels better and you forget about it again?

Or, in my case, that one wild whisker that escaped the buzzing death that is the Braun Syncro. Its all but invisible to the entire world but its driving me nuts. I'm going to head to the bathroom (where we have water again today after Friday's flooding!, it truly is the simple things like having a place to go to the bathroom, that make life worthwhile again).

And I'm going to head down to Aptos today to check out the condo spot to see how it might work out for us. Assuming that goes well, then I get in touch with my father-in-law and let him know we've found one. I just don't want this sucker to slip away before we can get a bid or two in on it if it'll work for us.

Keep your fingers crossed and maybe we'll have ended this house hunting before it even got to be a drag at all. Though it was fun walking through the various places on Saturday, its not what either of has any interest in doing every weekend into February.

[Update: Would that it were so easy, but no, of course not. We are too few and not low enough income to get it. And back to the hunting I go.]

Interesting and Relevant (a first) Housing Link
I've always been fascinated with the concept of underground houses. There's something cool (both figuratively and literally) about living underground.

So I thought I'd toss up this link I came across for Underground (Earth berm and sheltered) Homes. Done right I think an underground house would be truly bitchin' but done wrong and people would call you MoleMan for the rest of your life.