When it's outside . . .
When it's nice and dark and full of organic matter promising vegetables and flowers for future springs . . .
Today, I moved dirt . . . and enjoyed it.
I had been planning to paint the so-called green room yet another shade of green. However, Mac was on the ladder grumbling about the wiring and cutting a hole in the ceiling (read: installing bathroom fan and repairing ceiling). There was nothing I could do to help him and he had the ladder which made it hard to spackle the ceiling in the green room. So, I worked outside. That was probably better all around.
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