Landlords have existed for centuries, and there are many stories of bad landlords, who harm their tenants, their investments, and ultimately themselves. When I have been thus guilty, it's often been through ignoring the Seven Deadly Sins' wise messages of moderation. Sometimes you just couldn't be f****d. Bills due. Repairs required. Tenants' demands (if you're lucky to have them.) Frustrations can build to the point where you ask yourself if any effort is worthwhile. Sometimes the reluctance to act comes without any precipitating event. You just wake up in a funk, thinking only of writing the day off and staying in bed. What makes things worse is that you know this is sloth. Or is it?
I try to write something smart twice a month.