prosodic | (no subject)

I hate painting ceilings. Lance and I are both spattered with paint. He accidently painted the skylight when he used the super long paint pole to get the roller up inside of it.

We did the first coat last night after dark. The recessed lights were blinding. When we looked at it in the natural light this morning, we saw just how many spots we missed. There were A LOT.

Second coat is drying. We will probably have to touch up some spots in a couple of hours. I only put one coat in the little dining alcove, and the second coat will have to be done tonight.

Then I can take a shower and wash all this paint off.

And for the time being, I can't fix any meals either. We had dinner out of the crockpot last night, and I moved the crockpot into the living room, along with all the dishes we would need, and the toaster oven so I could bake some dinner rolls. But breakfast this morning (for me, anyway) was a Starbucks caramel macchiato and a whole-grain carrot muffin from the TOP bakery. Lance stopped at Burger King. And we just picked up Subway for lunch. Hopefully I can get to some leftovers in the fridge so that I can nuke something for dinner.

That entire room is covered in sheets of plastic. I almost feel like we're inside a plastic bubble.

And it's gorgeous outside today. I would rather be out.