I know that being in Des Moines (and specifically at this job) is wearing on me to a huge degree. I'm now in month 11, and it's crushed morale all the way. Too damn long, too much stress, crap piled on top of more crap.
Coming back to the Big Broken Box (A.K.A. the house in Minneapolis) doesn't help much either. There is way too much stuff to do to get this house back into reasonable shape to either live in or sell, and being buried in it even for a couple of days really brings that home.
I need to start planning bringing stuff from the apartment in DM back to the house. And that's going to first mean excavating places for stuff.
The experiment with Barb and the month of January has pretty much been a flop. I suspected it might be, but for some silly reason, I was holding out a thread of hope. I really wanted her to be able to keep a promise, however small, and I didn't think that one room was too much to ask. She made an effort, at least that's something.
Coming back here will be hard. Aside from the sheer amount of work involved and the huge amount of *stuff* still to be addressed, there is the whole "memories" thing. Combine that with the lack of room for a real studio, and I'm leaning heavily toward selling and moving to a new place, probably building something where there is more land so I can build a studio and the pooch can have room to run and chase squirrels.
Maybe it's time for a change. Maybe holding on to the Big Broken Box is bad for me.
Hard decisions with no clear choices ahead.