The search for housing

Awake early today, as always, anymore. Jack, Genevieve and I are off early today to look at apartments. Jack's arrival made it vital for us to find a larger dwelling. The sheer amount of crap we have complicates this, as does our doggie Boris. It always seems odd to me that people will allow smelly cats who poop in the house but would have a problem with a quiet, sweet dog like Boris. Even after meeting him they often demand hundreds of dollars in security deposits. Lord knows why. Boris couldn't hurt a fly if he had an instruction manual. Add to that the bait-and-switch -- oh, that beautiful apartment we advertised isn't available anymore, but this shithole is for only $100 more a month! -- is enough to give me an aneurysm. Still, we have some promising leads today. In general, finding a place for a family to rent in a nice section of LA has been a depressing and exhausting challenge.