Oh, WTF now, life?

The apartment building IS being sold. The new owners do not want cats, dogs, or any other animal resident in the building. Apparently the crazy cat lady upstairs left the apartment a wreck. So as of probably tomorrow, when we get written notice, it seems we have thirty days to get rid of the cats (uh, no) or find new digs. There is a slight chance that the new owners will grandfather us in, but we have no idea how probably that is or isn't. I've also got to dig up a copy of my lease and see if they can *do* this - but I think they can.

A friend had just mentioned that an apartment in her building is going to be available on August 13th, so I've just emailed the landlady/owner to introduce ourselves. She's long-time friends with the people who own the place so hopefully her good word will get us in.

I could look at this as a positive, since I've been wanting to move, but doing it under the gun like this was NOT the plan. I'm looking around seeing how many books I'd have to pack, and my heart is just sinking. And this with Bemo not working.

I should be running around the house yelling and screaming. Instead, I'm strangely calm. I suppose we'll have more info tomorrow.

Nnngh.