February 10, 2008
The sun played a game of hide and seek early in the day, tempting us to go out and look at houses. The north shore was definitely cloudier, some of the neighborhoods we drove through typified winter gloom. As we drove home, sorely unsatisfied by what we had seen, Geoffrey got a hankering for ice cream, so as the afternoon settled into cold, grey bluster, we stopped at Carvel, pretending it was a hot summer day. Yet sitting in a cold house, eating colder ice cream, it seemed we were frozen, waiting for the sun to shine on our househunt.