For my Christmas Day indulgence, I carefully measured out all of the necessary quantities and qualities except two things. And the First Person to guess what the item I bought that I ran out of wins a prize. It restricted my progress yesterday, almost as much as the girl taking me out of my hermitage for a movie. But there is paint everywhere. I will finish applying a coat and then acquire More Stuff at Home Depot, including an unexpected Third Shade of Blue, the second unmeasured quantity -- Cowgirl is not as light and airy as anticipated, and following the Master Plan will likely result in an undesired amount of spacial contraction.
I think corvisdog is sick, and I'm not sure if it is from the fumes or something he ate. Paint fumes are Fun.