But one step forward…
I could become entropy-in-the-basement. A friend has offered a free home on her first floor.
On the upside: save money, have something breathing in the house that verbalises (the dog talks back, but only in the most general of ways), and someone in the house to coddle (I miss having someone around to take care of).
Oh, but grown-ups live in their own houses, and I need so little reminding that I’m not actually a grownup, just a great big faker.