When I get a cup from the cupboard I fill it with tap water & microwave it 2 minutes to heat the cup to nice and toasty. Then dump the water & add the coffee. The coffee is brewing while I do this, so no time is wasted.
I never think to check for spiders, but if you try my idea you’ll get rid of spiders, roach poop, gnats, and other assorted nasties automatically.
I can hear that you have a promising career as an artist. A painter perhaps? Or maybe sculpture will be your forte.

Coming up with the momentum to actuate finding an affordable apt and sell thus unlovely albatross of a historic house? Aye, that’s the rub. I have all I can do to to get all my library books back to the library-higher level adulting seems to be out of my reach no matter how hard I try. Traumatic brain injuries are ugly, ugly things. They never stop taking.
TBIs are bad. But simply getting old does the same. You got a literal crash course in being elderly before your time.
I don’t say that to minimize your injury. But to point out that for each of us older folks (except Cookie) there is a trap in your current living arrangements. You can’t be 90, living alone, and still maintain that big now-old house full of crap. The risk is you become too lazy / infirm / senile / whatever and the job becomes bigger than you are while you’re not looking. Then you’re trapped in a rest-of-life sentence of living badly in inappropriate and perhaps even squalid circumstances. Which is probably unnecessary.
The esteemed ThelmaLou wrote a beautiful OP that became a beautiful thread about the effort and courage to move to simpler safer surroundings before it becomes impossible. Rather than succumb to wishful thinking and inertia until the trap is sprung on you. That OP also has a link to a “one year later” thread that’s worth reading.

Continuing the discussion from Diplomacy/behavior problem re friend's dog: This is the nudge I needed-- thanks. Two weeks ago my landlord dropped a bomb on me. I’ve lived here 10 years and love this house and never planned to move. But he and wife are divorcing and one of them wants to move in here. <Insert weeping and gnashing of teeth> I’ll be 75 in November. Yeah, I could look for another place, but the sensible thing to do is to move to an independent living facility that I’m very famili…