divine angst

The bed is sold. I was so worried. I had to repost the ad last night after the jackass who asked me to hold it till Friday backed out, leaving me with a bed and no buyer.

All day I waited for someone to call about it. Finally, I got a call from a man who barely spoke English, and he said he’d come look at it. Never showed. But the story turns out OK—a girl from a nearby city called, drove up with her boyfriend and his truck, and bought the bed on the spot. Hallelujah!

Now we only have to worry about how the heck we’ll fit all the rest of our stuff into this apartment. I’m off to cram stuff into the kitchen.