Reading: The Professor and the Madman

Moving: Butt-clenchingly cold

2 April 2000: House

We saw several hice today, some more appealing than others. We totally fell in love with a hole in the wall Mrs. Frisby would have rejected for being too small. We mutually sneered at the ranches south of Evans that screamed Brady-esque suburbia. We eyed a bungalow in Platte Park with a mountain view and easy access to eventual (this year, allegedly) light rail that was less than 80% of what we could pay but which woud have needed a lot of work. The next house, the second bungalow, we looked at was closer to our upper limit, though not touching it, needs very little work, and is in fact inhabitable now. The realtor pointed out that even if we put the difference in price between the two bungalows into the first, it wouldn't come out as well as the second.

We might go for it.