New Levels of Pain

Yesterday, I spent the morning buying paint, and then working with my dad and sister to get ready to start painting. Then we ate lunch. And then the fun really started.

The short version is, we primed the walls in the minty-to-limey green master bedroom and in the army-green-over-sunshine-yellow third bedroom. We (mostly my dad) put the first layer of neither-limey-nor-minty green up in the kitchen, and I put the first coat on the living room.

Last night, my level of fatigue and pain was approaching, if not at, a record high. I can bend my fingers this morning, but gripping is difficult. I'm considering whether I have any slip-on shoes I don't mind splattering with paint, because I'm not sure I can tie the laces of painting shoes.

I have learned that:

• Good paint is expensive.
• I know nothing about painting.
• My natural painting skills are few to nonexistent.
• Cutting in is harder than it looks.
• Even when I am deeply underwater at work, and the load shows no sign of trailing off, I can look forward to going into the office on Monday to get a little rest.