I’ve been home since Monday, now, and I have to say the house is almost clean, my editing job is halfway finished, and Southern Comfort was not even on the to-do list for this week, though not because I didn’t try.
Although the wall is finished, what the picture doesn’t show is that the workmen painted it the wrong color. Maybe it’s just a woman-thing to be aware that there are different shades of white. They painted this wall white-white, not the off-white of the surrounding walls. And the mechanics of the repair were great, but the paint job itself was . . . less than professional. The woodwork has paint on it, as do the tile floor, the carpet adjacent to it, the plugs, the window frames, the light switches, the doors.
If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. Problem is, it wasn’t that long ago that I did paint it myself, taping everything meticulously before I began so that the blunders evident now didn’t happen on my watch.
Oh, well. It’s fixed, so I shouldn’t complain.
Next week, I’m going to return to my regular schedule, as off-beat as it is. I’ve already started today by writing a blog series for next week–which, unlike today’s post, will go up on time! I don’t know which you like best, my personal posts or my professional ones, but all next week, I’ll be in business mode as I illustrate what I learned from last night’s episode of Missing.