My wife finally got her way. We moved. The living room is bigger, but everything else is the same or less. It’s missing a bedroom. The previous owner, or the one before that, or the one before, or before that, turned the original back patio into a screened and tented lanai, and now that’s my wife’s art room. Someone poured a smaller patio next to it, around the side of the house, but I can’t sit out there because her dogs endlessly bark at me through the dark, plastic windows.