Dear Faithful Reader (and I do mean that in the singular),

I can only imagine your disappointment over the recent infrequency of my entries. Alack, Fortuna has spun her wheel and mired me in a situation forcing action. Rather than accomplishing nothing well, I have (gasp) been accomplishing something.

The impetus is a debate with Superman over whether the house exterior needs to be painted. I notice each flake of peeling paint like so many eyelashes raised to reveal the hidden eyes beneath. They need to be put back to rest. In some places the eyes have fallen off exposing the wooden bones beneath. Few things inspire me more than the challenge that I cannot do something.

My days are now spent hand scraping and sanding the house to prep it for a new coat – an outer garment of daring color, now that I have to do it myself. Scraping paint is about the most mindless activity one can undertake. Covered in gray flecks, like a giant powdered doughnut, I fantasize about rewarding myself for doing something. Never fear, there will be many future entries about how I pamper myself with the thousands of dollars I’m saving by painting the house myself.

As for Superman, he can deal with having a pink house.