Everything, somehow, was starting to fall into place to work out. We have two very promising potential subletters lined up. Sarah found a new apartment that is better in most ways than the place we have now, and T went in to get spayed, after which, we'd be set to adopt her, knowing we had a new home to take her to soon.

But the careful testris-ing of events that need to happen to make this work fell apart tonight when, as we were on our way over to sign the lease on the new place, the guy called us and said, "I had a fight with my dad, we're just going to sell the condo instead of renting it. Sorry. Bye."

So, with almost no time left, I had to say to Sarah, "At what point do we give up? At some point, this eventual becomes unworkable."

Sarah: Not yet! I can do it!