The powers that be at Medicaid have finally decided they have no claim on my mother's property, so I'll be able to close the sale of the house next week.
While this is an enormous relief, I strongly suspect it also signals the end of any relationship I have with my brothers. Our mother's needs, and later her estate, have been our only shared topics of conversation for a long time now. I don't like the older brother's wife and my younger brother works nights, and both live over 120 miles from my current home.
Now I can begin to attack the other things that keep me in Texas.