Sanding sucks. My arms are very tired. And I’m not done. But there are paint samples on the wall, so I’m making progress. I think I know which one I want, too, but John needs to see them first. As long as he doesn’t hate the one I like, we’re fine.
No pictures today (because I don’t want to show you my splotchy walls).
I don’t have much to say today. Except that the more I think about it, the unhappier I am with Her Fearful Symmetry. I don’t think I would read it again. I enjoyed the journey the first time, but thinking back on it (and talking it out with Mom) made me think of all the unnecessary plot contrivances. Maybe not unnecessary, but not very well done, I think. Things don’t add up.