Bliss

There is a time when, while standing on a ladder with a paintbrush in my hand, I feel completely happy. Bruce Springsteen, Mary Chapin Carpenter, or the Nassoons may be blaring from the other room, and the primer isn't really covering the orange as I'd like, but I'm full of... peace. If only I could find that peace every single day! And if only the process of getting that peace didn't make me so tired. The room will just have to make do with one coat of primer. My arms hurt too much.

Its sad that its Tuesday already. That's the problem with vacations- they're always too short.