I fucking HATE thieves. My younger brother in Kentucky, one of the best people I know, had his 2000 Jeep Cherokee stolen. He went out to his Jeep before work and it was gone. He locks it religiously. He bought the Jeep off Mom & Dad and he's babied it, worked on it, painted it. I hope the thief gets his testicles chewed off by a large dog.
Realtor called to tell me the property has a buyer, who plans to stucco the house and wants me to stay. More than two weeks after the deadline. Maria said she'd tried to contact the housing authority but they're notorious for not returning calls or emails, so I'm going to their office this morning see if this is doable.