Kathy and I are going back out today to look for houses. We’re even looking in Madison. Yes, folks, that’s what it’s come to.
I have no optimism about today.
I am convinced that we will not find anything.
Yes, I have become somewhat superstitious about this whole thing. Every other time we’ve gone out, I’ve thought, “Well, today could be the day we find something” and every day has brought me nothing. And so today I’m changing it up.
Of course, if the Butcher won the lottery last night, look for Mrs. Wigglebottom and me on this porch.