Chapter 13. End Of the Line
On 20 February 2020 I was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. My heart has an ejection fraction of around 12%, which means I've got roughly a year to live, at most maybe two. Among other things, I won't get to see the house finished. And I'm OK with it. That I've accomplished as much as I have is both unexpected and remarkable, so I have no regrets.
Consequently, I've elected to stop working on the house. If I only have a year or two left, I'd prefer to spend them doing things I'd built my house to do within. The house itself is actually not my top priority in life, odd as that sounds. Oh, I may diddle around with it here and there on occasion if the spirit moves me, but only because I choose to do so, not because I must. It just means someone else gets to finish it, and (hopefully) enjoy it as much as I have. Who that may be I've no idea.
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