What an odd set of priorities. You'd think Corissa would want to get her kitchen cabinets finished (especially the lower part of that peninsula that's still unpainted, with no doors on it; not to mention hanging the doors above the stove). You'd think she'd want to repair the damaged plaster left from opening up the kitchen wall into the dining room, because it's long since become obvious that her sister's boyfriend isn't going to come back to do it (bridge status: burnt).
But instead, she's out in the garage, stripping the interior doors (which is a really shitty and time-consuming job, once you're down to the old enamel paint, and when you have to clean all the little crevices in the mouldings around each panel.
(Protip, Corissa: Get a heat gun.)
At least she's getting off the couch/out of bed, and out of the house? Granted, she's turned this into a seated task, because she's a deathfat, and that's what they do. But she could be sitting on her ass in the kitchen/dining room, cleaning up that peninsula, painting it, and re-hanging the doors so her food storage container collection isn't on permanent display. Or hanging all of those cabinet doors she painted.
Maybe it's about getting out of the house and away from Juliana. Hell if I know.
I wonder what they would do or what they COULD do if they got robbed while still in the house. If Corissa was there, she'd be able to be mobile pretty quickly, but if it was just J, I guess she would have to just watch as they stole everything, or try to roll off her bed or couch as quickly as possible. I think that's a part of all of this these deathfats don't think about. You are disabling yourself in more ways than one, as you can't even protect yourself or your property any longer (unless you have a gun by you at all times).
Thieves would bust in, smell the combined reek of multiple dogs; a pants-shitting, IBS-afflicted superfat; and an infinifat who rarely bathes because doing so is too much work and produces too many bad feels. Oh, and a catbox, too, plus the festering piles of laundry that you know are there. You know everything in that house has got to be coated in dust and dog/cat hair, as well as snack food residue, because there's no way either of those women is capable of keeping a house truly clean.
If you were thieves, you'd nope the fuck back out, because nothing they own is worth the effort of cleaning and deodorizing it well enough to make it sellable.