I've been dreading this for weeks. The point where I would eventually be forced to call Ted, our landlord, and ask if we could add a friend, Chuck, to the lease. I guess I was content with laying low, but I knew Chuck felt like a prisoner in his own home, so the question was asked. And the answer wasn't good.

"I'm uncomfortable with that..."

I said, "okay, thanks". Hung up. And started thinking about where we should move next. Or if at all... we could always opt for: living here until discovered / kicked out. I guess time will tell. Damn. And I really like our place.