The house I rent is for sale. I thought it would be a good thing. My landlord is nice, but I hoped a new landlord would invest more money into the house. The house is 101 years old and is very drafty.

One potential buyer had a professional inspection done. He was quite alarmed at what he found. Liability laws prevented him from telling me exactly what he found, but he was willing to ask the potential buyer if he could tell me.

The potential buyer agreed and I discovered that the furnace was in serious trouble – of the emitting CO2 kind of trouble. The landlord sent an HVAC, but he did not find this crack. I paid to have a different HVAC come and they red-tagged it and shut it down. Last night was chilly in the house despite a high of 65 yesterday. We have offers (yes more than one) to stay with friends until we find a new place to live. Life is good.

My landlord let me out of my lease, and we are quite glad. As my son gets older, we had no way to really secure the house for a toddler. Again, we’re calling folks today for places to stay for up to a week.

My wife is hitting the classifieds pretty hard. Yesterday, an hour after the HVAC left, we were looking at a townhouse built three years ago. Cookie-cutter? Ugh, yes. Garage in front with narrow entryway? UGH,UGH,Yes. Good price? Oh, yes.

I called two apartment places myself that will let us move in today. I guess I’ll be coming to you from a different address in a few days. Now, where did I put all my computer equipment….