It’s the last day on the Gregorian year 2020, and I have broken down crying about a sofa twice in the past 24 hours. We just moved into a new house last week — we lived in the old one for 12 years, and had all the right furniture for that house. However, the furniture requirements of this house are very different, and I found myself waking up in the middle of the night for a couple weeks, moving book cases and credenzas around with my mind. However, a few days ago I found this couch that was going to fix everything: a local vintage sofa merchant agreed to sell it to me as soon as he put new legs on it. Unfortunately though, he turned around and sold it to somebody else when I didn’t immediately respond to his text telling me it was ready to pick up.