I need a shower

One thing I have discovered over the past four months is my greater tolerance for my own body odor. Without a job or even a specific thing I need to look decent for each day, I sometimes find I am on day 3 or 4 without a shower. And let me tell you something, folks, it's been HOT here lately. And I've been doing yard work and painting the dining room, so all of this combined means ... well, it's not good.

So today was another day of scattered attentions - I am determined to strip the hinges and doorknob plate of the front door back down to the brass, so every few days I slather on that nasty Jasco stuff and wire brush it, make sure I gather up all of the corrosive pieces scattered about, and then... move on to some other project. Today I bought the paint for the dining room, but managed only to prime the one wall I painted before Guy and I decided the color we chose was hideous. I called it salmon, but he very accurately called it, "Remember that Crayola Crayon called 'Flesh'? It's like that." In any case, after priming I moved on to folding the clothes that have once again remained cleaned but folded for three days now.

Hey, the Bean is up. I think a lot of entries will end this way.