Kicking myself

While I was cleaning the fridge yesterday (major overhaul including rearranging shelves/drawers) I (re)discovered some dirty brushes I'd stuck in there. About a year ago.

Damn.

I'm not sure I'll be able to fix these this time. Not without soaking them in mineral spirits, which will probably ruin them anyway. I'll try it, because these are my good brushes (only seven, thank goodness, but still...), but I am kicking myself. It makes me feel as though I don't deserve to paint because I can't even take care of my equipment.

It also reminds me that I really haven't had any energy for the last year or so. And that last year about this time, I really was in much worse condition mentally.

So at least there's an upside to all of this. I'm getting better again. Yay!

Lying

My neighbor, the lady, is paranoid. ( Read more... )

Hot

I think my brain melted today. I never did mop, so it might be possible to collect it all up and put it back in place (so it'll be a little dustier than usual... oh dear), but since tomorrow is looking to be as hot, I might as well wait till tomorrow night. Or Saturday morning.

I just hope it doesn't get too crusty. Or sticky. Or bake onto the floor. Ew.

Maybe that's why my memory is so bad nowadays: the key bits are stuck to the bottom of the sofa legs.