My intention was to go back to the gym; instead I have been painting my living room and dining room since Monday night after work. I've been up until 1AM every night this week: taping edges and removing electrical outlets (Mon), cutting in with a 2" brush (2 colors, 2 rooms Tue), rolling on coat #1 (2 colors, 2 rooms Wed), rolling on coat #2 (2 colors, 2 rooms Thu). Tonight, I will be doing some final touch ups, replacing hardware and pulling tape. Cleaning paint rollers is an exercise in futility. The absolute worst thing about painting is the clean up! What a fucking mess! And you have to do it each time you use the brushes, rollers, and pans. In my humble opinion, I think I did a great job, considering I have never brushed 1 stroke on any wall, anywhere. I have a whole new respect for painting contractors. After a full week of sweat, soreness (including spasms in my tendonitis-stressed elbow), paint in my hair, 4 hours of sleep per night, 8 hours of "abuse from my boss" work per day, I hope the husband isn't too upset with the depth of the colors I chose: Dark Ash (very dark grey) and Evening Hush (extremely dark/deep grey.) I gotta be about the gray, right? I think it looks very hip, and surprisingly elegant.
My elbow is killing me, and my right hand is throbbingly sore - no blisters, though.
Haircut tomorrow morning; how does hair become too long overnight to gel? One day it was good, then suddenly it all went to crap. Color is great though; one of the best decisions I've made as an adult.
Meeting my daughter for lunch; god I need sleep. I want to get that painting done TONIGHT - no exceptions. I may turn up the hot tub and soak on Sat night. Picking up the husband on Sunday night, and taking off Monday for a nice reunion day.
OH - almost forgot; while lying on the living room floor unscrewing socket covers last night, my daughter stepped out the front door (I figured maybe forgot something in her car.) She came back in with a dozen roses and a little bag containing a teddy bear and a heart box of truffles!
Special delivery - for me - long distance from the Caribbean! The husband is very disobedient: I told him no Valentine stuff, as we could do something together for the crazy prices they charge.
I'm glad he didn't listen! Happy Valentine's Day!
