Shaking the tree, hoping not to be killed by a falling coconut.

I just answered six Craigslist ads for rooms for rent in houses. There was a surprising density of them in my neighborhood. Nibs wants me nearby, i.e. not too far from my current commute path.

The transpo situation is still unsettled. We both want a second car in the next few months, but in the meantime I've been looking for places near bus routes to work. Praise MyCo and their wonderful bus passes.

Money-wise, assuming I land one of these rooms and Nibs' recent progress in finding work continues, I think I'll we'll be OK. (Read: I can still get out on weekends.)

I still don't feel quite comfortable responding to female-only ads. Luckily, none of them have been in the right locations.

I'm about to find out how much the idea of living with a transsexual freaks people out. I'll be bringing one of my treasured name change certificates so I can tell them, "No, really" without having to take off my shirt.