So the ultimate problem was roots in the sewer lines way down deep.

Last night I put 8 ounces of copper sulfate down the shitter, 4 times in a row. Two pounds for a treatment that is supposed to last 6 months. I have eight pounds left, and I hope I never have to use it all because the house sells well before two more years go by.

But of course, I’m not going anywhere

Until I have somewhere better to go.

There are four big primary things to fix, and all of them are five-figure problems, and only the biggest (Somewhere Better To Go) has to happen before I can in clear conscience turn my attention back to the little nagging problems, sell this place, and unlock the equity in it.

Which should provide plenty, to solve the remaining three things.

For now, alongside crafting good daily days, and maintaining, the focus has to be on a doublewide, or a tiny home, or an arched cabin, or giving up on Dorothy and swapping her for a shack within … three miles, this time, of the Co-op–and accomplishing that Silver roof with the least possible expenditure.

And, should there be no way to do that short of selling myself back into wage slavery, then giving up, and settling.

For what I already have.

Right here.

Which is eight pounds of copper sulfate.