major changes.
So I started listing the changes.
I could accept more electrical jobs later.
I had deliberately kept my workload manageable, but my trade allowed me some control over how much work I took.
I could convert the detached workshop into sleeping space.
I barely used it anymore.
And I could spend my savings.
The land could wait.
Those children could not.
I ran the numbers again.
Then again.
After that, I called my sister, Dana.
She is three years older than me, has two children, and has known
