So . . . how was your week? Mine was very sweaty and Smurfy. I'm a very sloppy painter and I even managed to flip my ponytail into the wet paint but our "library" walls are almost done:
We used one-coat paint, but you can see there are still some pink streaks so we'll go over it one last time with a roller and then we should be done with our first room (we're painting three of them) and will be able to start moving in books and the cabinets we plan to put them in -- which just happen to be like the one Fiona is on in the top photo.
This has been a pitiful reading week, so far, and the weekend will likely not be an improvement. I'm on the verge of finishing a book. One book. It's an excellent read, though. I found out a little too late in the game that my Face to Face book group was meeting this week (I thought I had one more week) and started reading A Town Like Alice by Nevil Shute the day before the meeting. I only managed 100 pages and opted not to go because I was enjoying the book so much that I didn't want to risk having it potentially spoiled. I was sad to miss my F2F meeting but I'm glad I didn't risk potential spoilers.
There's not much other news, at this point. My life is all about boxes and tape, shelf liner and paint. I love my evenings, when I can finally settle in, read, roll jingle balls and get climbed upon by cats. They don't seem to be bothered too much by the upheaval, probably because there are loads of fun boxes to play in (I've turned one on its side and placed a towel over the front so they have a cool hideout), although they like it best when Mom is lazy and/or available for playing with lasers, giving luxurious head-to-tail rubs, etc. I love cats. They're so easy to please.