Just supposing IF she really has to move on August 1, there is no way she is capable and competent to do so, unless it is in with a relative.
She can't even remember what day it is, much less come up with a real-world plan and exercise it with even utterly half-assed precision.
If she moves, she won't take any more junk than she can fit in a shopping bag. As with Bibi, she'll leave her worldly possessions with Peetz to pick up whenever whim dictates. But even that is putting the cart before the horse; she is incapable of finding an apartment on her own, let alone schmoozing the landlord (which she will need to do since on paper, hers is a very sketchy existence) Peetz, meanwhile, is mostly at her mercy; he just doesn't have it in him to pre-emptively get a place himself. So this autistic pair of children aren't going anywhere soon.
Man, I want another moving saga. There's no way it wouldn't be good. But she just doesn't seem to have it in her. She doesn't even have it in her to shower.
I gotta say, I am stumped where we go from here. If she doesn't move, then what? She assumes the role of the Howard Hughes of Deathfats and hides in a darkened room until her nails grow a foot long? (And her beard at least six inches?) Hughes was a doddering, crackpot mess when he finally emerged, and I see no reason why Clotso would be any more coherent or together.
Are we in the final death spiral? Too soon to tell, but I can no longer dismiss the notion out of hand. She is not getting better in any regard, and now her mind is deteriorating even faster than her body (always a danger with very simple-minded people on drugs). Unless something very radical happens, nothing is going to snap her out of this. If, God forbid, she goes back on Tinder, she will be choosing from the users and abusers at the bottom of the deck who most women swipe left without a second thought. And that ain't gonna improve anything.
Improvement itself is an oxymoron, because there is no way for her to improve without depriving herself of a lot of things now (it isn't just poutine anymore), and deprivation is something she will never subscribe to; one of the only things she has ever made clear in her life is that she will never give anything up, no matter who tells her or why.
It really feels like a waiting game now, and I wonder if even she is dimly aware on some foggy level (prolly not). Some of the question marks will turn out to resolve themselves before the year is over, not least of which are her living arrangements. So if we are in the doldrums now, hold on, because stuff is going to happen.
