We had a bit of an ice storm, but thanks to modern technology we knew to hole up for the day. I slept in, made a big breakfast, then actually did something other than watch t.v. all day. I painted the upstairs! After the ceiling was replaced, there were a couple of inches of drywall mud down the walls. Lloyd helped get rid of the drywall dust. He’s a keeper. A long-haired, pajama-clad keeper.
I bought the paint a week ago, and the lady at Menards did a bang-up job of matching the old color. It is exactly the same, so I didn’t worry about edging along the baseboards. I just edged along the ceiling and painted the walls.
I shouldn’t pat myself on the back too much, though. As I type this, all the painting stuff – ladder, roller, pan, tarps – are still spread out upstairs. That could take days to put away. 🙂