News has come to me by way of a neighbor's son. It seems our building (which houses 6 apartments) was okayed for living in, but the contractor's estimate was for the whole street and project, and that's why the Town won't let us go home. Bureacracy at its stinkiest.
What needs to happen is that the Housing folks need to get a breakdown of building by building. He is on this like John on Yoko and I'm determined to raise so much Hell that they'll do anything to shut me up.
It makes me nuts that nobody of position will tell us what's the issue until they have to, and leave you in friggin limbo the whole rest of the time. Or as we say, "They keep us like mushrooms, in the dark and covered with shit."
Time for a Mushroom Rebellion.