Laundry is finished. While I was in the laundry room, I had a major panic attack. I am quite worried for Thatch. Before I can address his gingivitis and dental work, which I cannot afford at the moment, I must deal with his echocardiogram, which is way out of my current budget. So I'm terrified I'm killing him. The money I'm making from these two orchestrations will pay the property taxes for the first half of 2020.
Will that damned property ever sell and free me from this financial bondage?