I finished priming the porch.
By the time I was done, I’d also primed a nice glob of the yard.
And an earthworm. I felt bad about that.
And most of my hands.
And my favorite shorts, which I’d stupidly worn with an inflated ego, assuming I wouldn’t get anything on them–I only had a few pieces to paint, after all!
And so I came in. Testy. Ticked off.
And I made some spaghetti and reheated some only OK sauce I made this week (tomatoes with butter and an onion? Weird.), but won’t throw out.
And wisely, I’m eating it at the table and not on our new couch.