hideout

i’m scared to go home.  if this is what my house looked like, i would not be feeling so.

brian is working on the roof today, and on changing the somethingorother in his land rover.  when he does activities like these, our house is the casualty.  particularly the doorknobs, which become covered in grease, the kitchen sink, and the floor.

i’m at the shop, painting.  (i’m closed on mondays).  it’s really too cold to paint but i’m pushing my luck.  many things have turned fabulously red, and it’s only 12:00.