I was up until 1:30 painting last night. The upstairs hallway is now complete and except for some touch-up work, all that remains to be done is half the kitchen. The hallway is a small area, but with four doorways, a closet, an air vent, and a half-flight of stairs, it took a lot longer than I expected.
I was really tired when I went to work this morning, but if anyone had suggested that perhaps it might have been a good idea to have waited until this coming weekend to finish, I was prepared to tell them, “You can have my paintbrush when you pry it from my cold, dead hands.”
But I screwed up last night. I left the paintbrush on top of the ladder and it’s now one solid mass of latex.
If you want my paintbrush, come and get it. It’s yours.