I slept on the floor for 6 months while ripping things apart and only graduated to a bed when I contracted Covid. Too sick to do much else, I sat on a pail in the backyard and refinished an old iron twin bed. I put my mattress on that, made the bed like a grown-up and felt very accomplished. I was finding some joy in getting somewhere, and beginning to love my house sometimes. There were still months to come filled with tears of frustration, yelling into…