Prayers, well wishes, crossed fingers, and voodoo spells (in favor of my safe affordable living arrangements) are all most welcome.
Funny: there's a super-scrumptious cute guy who goes to church at the Abbey, and he was at the patronal feast dinner last night. He's also thinking of becoming a monk himself. I told him how worried I was about the apartment falling through and not having a place to go, and he offered to let me stay at his place. Ha ha, I think that would not be prudent. Yikes. It's a studio apartment! He's just way too cute for that. Nope. It was at the end of dinner, I think he may have had too many glasses of wine by that point. Made me laugh (to myself), actually. No, I just don't see that working out. It was nice of him to offer, though.