Tonight, I did a partial inventory of the things in the house that ought to be fixed. There are a lot of them. Though they are mostly cosmetic, they will involve a lot of work and some expense. Eventually, the house will have to be sold, and all those little things will need to be fixed before then, or the house will be undervalued. There are a couple of more costly projects that would probably help sell it, too, but I don't think those are things I could tackle myself. And I don't even want to think about what needs to be done to the yard.
Ah, reality intruding on life again. Why is there so much stuff in the world?
