This is all in the nick of time.
Last night I had a dream. I was walking through a house, trying to find a place to be alone. Every room I tried to enter was occupied with people from my present life or people from high school (dreams are weird). All of them were getting ready to change their clothes, take a shower or use the bathroom. After I'd checked several rooms, I grabbed my hair in my fists and cried, "I just need one room! I need one small place to get away!"
When I woke up and rehearsed the dream to my husband, he declared, "We need to get you into a house."
Yes. Yes, we do.