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Whining

I am SO sick of painting my house.

But if I'm going to load the sewing room back in, I need to paint the window molding.  And since I'm at it, I painted the wall because - what the heck.  I've got all the stuff out.

But lord it ain't fun.

I took a stab at painting the doors into the knee wall space that were still dusty pink, and opened up the one on the front side of the house.  The insulation in there is a nightmare.  Sigh.  Dealing with those spaces has been on my list for a while, but it just took on some added importance.  It's going to be a nightmare, because those knee walls are so poorly constructed (and insulated) that the best way to deal with it is really going to be to demo the existing walls and shelves, and build new ones.  Annoying, but there you have it.  I've decided that I'd actually rather do the work in the winter.  Less disgusting heat, fewer spiders, no chance of flying, stinging things, and we can plug in a space heater and close the door to excude Henry.

Did I mention he's "helping" me paint?

I SO don't want to be doing this.  When we first moved in, painting had a certain satisfaction to it - making the ugly go away.  Now it's just a chore.

Back at it.