I've been rather tied up of late, as many will know… I'm caught out a bit right now, dealing with the whole having to pack up all my shit and leave but no one knows exactly when thing… I guess its the additional stress over it has me less able to draw anything, but more likely, its just the fact I simply haven't taken the time to put anything down on paper. Not exactly something I want or need to discuss, suffice it to say, the whole legal business has me physically and emotionally drained. Things would be a LOT simpler if I didn't have my elderly mother in tow… she doesn't like the accomodations I've arranged for myself and the brood of animals while I presumably get my shit in order. It was easier to think about until last week, when her ersatz "boyfriend" (95 years old!), who had offered to give her a presentable home until I had finished mine, decided to shuffle off this mortal coil. Can't say it came as much of a surprise, really. I mean, he was 95 and all…

So it looks as if I will have to hope I either succumb to the pressure and buy a shitty house, or build what I really want. The speculators are swarming in once again- homes around here don;t stay for sale long anymore, regardless of condition. The $50K houses are being snapped up by asshole investors- modern day Carpet Baggers from New York, mostly. They didn't learn their lesson the last financial ass kicking they got, apparently. No matter- the houses I looked at were only slightly better than the trailer I have lined up… I just hope my sister gets her ass in gear and moves down here so Mum can move in with her while I build MY place at my leisure. At least land is temporarily cheap… The plan is to have this in hand by next month.