Well, we are home. We were lucky enough to get mediation instead of dealing with the judge. There was a huge pile of people and I am sure that we would still be sitting there if we hadn't done mediation.
Our landlord was there, with the treasurer, the previous landlord (he retired at 90 while he was still young), and another guy, the other landlord that I refuse to deal with. It was a frickin circus. Our previous landlord, Mike didn't really need to be there, but he came just to be in our corner.
Really. He talked the new landlord into letting us make payments every week. Since Shawn and I finished paying off his employer, he is back to full payhecks. Winter is coming, and he may have less hours, but I think that we can live with this agreement. The payments are do-able.
Bottom line? We are not going to be homeless. Not this month, anyway.
Maybe our luck is changing. Thanks for all of the prayers, everyone. I am convinced that without all of my friends, we would be looking for moving boxes right now. I'm not kidding.