I’m taking a house-hunting holiday. I think I sort of overdosed yesterday and will spend this afternoon recuperating somewhere dark and smoky, hopefully in the presence of some type of malted alcoholic beverage.

Unlike the DC suburbs, the problem here isn’t really finding a house at the price you are willing to pay, but rather narrowing down the selection of the 5,000 or so that are in your price range. It’s a good position to be in as a buyer, but it’s also a damned frustrating position to be in because after about three weeks of being in and out of places, they all sort of run together.

There are so many places I have liked, so many features I want, and such good deals, it may just be better for me to build the damned place from scratch and make sure I get exactly what I want. Sure, it doesn’t have the cache of being in an old neighborhood, but then again it doesn’t have hundred-year-old pipes and electric system installed by a company owned by Thomas Edison.

At some point I’ll figure out exactly WFT I’m doing… and when I do, y’all will be the first to know. In the meantime, I think it’s beer-o’clock.