Last night, after the large arguement with Bebe, I called my friend Sara and told her the room would be available at the end of the month. After everything blew over, I forgot I had made the call. Today, after I got back from lunch with sexyredrooster, I found that Sara had left a message telling me that she'll take the room and she has the money ready. With Bebe repentant and in rehab, there's no way she's moving, and I'm not kicking her out.

There is an option other than simply telling Sara the room isn't available anymore. I could rent Sara the playroom. I don't know where I'll put all the things currently in the playroom. I'll really miss the walls, which I have spread my soul upon. I love the room. It is part of me. I will miss it. But, renting it would go a long way to solving the current financial crisis. I probably should do it, even though it will break my heart. Lake has left the decision up to me.

The playroom option may be a moot point, anyway. There are two obstacles to Sara taking it if it is offered. One, Sara drives a car and we don't have any extra parking. This may be worked around, with some effort, but I'm unsure if Sara will want to deal with it. Two, the playroom is over double the size of Bebe's room, and we'd have to tack an extra $100 to what Sara expected to pay for Bebe's room to keep everything fair.

I'm going to think on what to do for an hour or so, then call Sara with the decision.

I've decided to offer Sara the playroom. I left her a message to that effect. Now, I just wait and see if she wants it.