Real estate disconnect tips the scales

Letters From the Home Front

I don’t have a burning desire to draw pictures today, but if I did I think I would draw a lizard.

Admittedly, I haven’t been thinking much lately about lizards. If I’m honest, reptiles have been the furthest thing from my mind (ignoring, of course, the bank’s short-sale processor we were most recently assigned).

Until this morning, if you had asked me to draw something I might have whipped out a rendering of an appraiser driving a stake through the heart of my latest transaction, or even a quick sketch of me feeding a couple of offers into the shredder because they were missing zeroes.