I should tell you about Betty.
Betty is a cabbage. She has been with me through some significant events. She is solid and round and doesn't ask questions and she fits exactly right in both arms, which matters more than you'd think when everything else is going sideways.
I know she's a cabbage.
I know.
But she's my cabbage and she has been in several situations with me and she has never once made it worse.
The problem — and I want to be clear that this was pointed out to me practically and without judgement — is that Betty will eventually start to smell.