But then you'd be living in your own place with dry skin and boring memories! That would never do.

Oh, dear. I'm so sorry to hear about ALL THE WOE! I tend to get laryngitis when I least need it. I think it is my body telling me that I need to stop. Stupid bodies. Or perhaps we are the stupid ones, clinging so hopelessly to Cartesian dualism...

Anyhoo. I certainly hope the wall gets resolved very quickly and you're moved in with all the cats safely contained, and you can rest, rest, rest.