My dad managed to sprain his ankle in my backyard and extended his stay for an extra week to give it some time to heal. His timing with the injury is somewhat suspect in that he did it after the furniture had been delivered and the satellite complete with unlimited baseball was hooked up. It looked at lunch today like he'd have the new doors up on all of the bedrooms so that's a plus. Doors are good.
Yesterday, I painted the entrance walls. At this point, I hate painting. Even more than painting though, I despise doing it while standing many, many feet in the air on top of an extension ladder with nothing to hold onto and nothing to keep me from dying should the ladder or I fall. It needs a second coat. I'm thinking maybe it doesn't need one that badly.
posted by E @5:04 PM