It's not what happens to you in life that defines you. It's how you react to those events that shake you that show the true character.
SweetSue's Magic Butter Machine 2 is finally being pressed into service. Thankfully, I'm in the harvest window for the Criticals and everything else is over 4 weeks, so all of it can be processed into medicinal or edible use. I can dry part of the Criticals for tinctures. The rest becomes butter or oils. No one's crashing through my door. I live in a monitored building, so the evidence is clear that I'm not dealing. My reputation in this valley is solid. I'm tearing down to be cautious.
I believe I may be able to shift to the apartment my brother is vacating. That gets me away from Dale's brother and puts me right below my daughter's apartment. It's the least disruptive option, but one I can't take advantage of until mid-July or August. Until then ......
It can be very challenging to stay ahead of demand, can't it? Once again, I'm staring down the barrel of knowing I'll run out before I've a chance at another harvest. It almost makes me want to just quit. I won't go back to street drugs, so that may be where I'm headed for a while anyway. I'm too spoiled guys. Hard decisions ahead, but for now, I have some plants to cut down.