Well. This vacation is not being nearly as expected. I am writing this on Day Two
of what's turning out to be a three day painting project, even though we're only
painting a laundry room, a hall, and one wall of the family room. The problem is
that because the dryer vent is way too long, to actually have the machine dry out
clothing we have to vent it indoors to a little box with a screen on top. This
works about as well as you'd expect, which is why the first step of cleaning the
laundry room was to vacuum and scrub the walls and get mummified lint off
everything.
Then of course there was the usual masking fun, followed
by painting trim and then realizing it will need a second coat -- that's today's
project. Yes, we decided to paint the trim first. It seemed to make more sense due
to the logistics of masking, and because the yellow walls will be darker than the
white trim and thus their paint will cover smudges of the white better than vice
versa. Or something.
Menawhile one sinus is chock-full and my head
hurts. Either I've become allergic to paint or we're due for another weather
front.
And on the non-relaxation front, I haven't yet made it out to
use the Borders gift certificate I found in my stocking or the ones to the bead
place I got for Chanukah. Dammit. I've already had one minor hissy fit (an amusing
one, I hope, not a nasty one) to convince Rudder I needed more relaxation time
but unfortunately there's just too much to be done for that to have had much
effect. I married the wrong man for relaxation, or else it's just that Real Life
doesn't support that sort of thing.