*break time.

Last night was something of a marathon, if marathons were run through chemical plants. I ripped out yards of mildewed caulk, scrubbed the shower walls with ammonia, sanded particles of paint dust into the air, and wiped the tile down thoroughly with denatured alcohol. For the uninitiated, it turns out that denatured alcohol is basically regular alcohol that has been chemically altered to burn your eyeballs and possibly make your unborn children glow.

Then I gave the whole shebang a first coat of paint, just to ensure that my remaining brain cells got their fair share.

I didn't take any pictures of this step because it was after 10 when I finished and not terribly impressive. Also I considered that some of you, dear readers, might appreciate an opportunity to get out of the bathroom. I know I would.

Which is why TONIGHT, I am giving myself a break. Partly because I'm starting to go a little solitary-confinement, and partly because of this face.



This is the look of neglect, people. J is not pleased with this remodeling business, and he communicates his distaste for it by sleeping 22 hours a day and spending the other two hours nervously attached to my hip as I move from room to room.

I am stricken with guilt, and I plan to lavish hours of love and treats and affection on him this evening.

But not too much. I don't want him to get a big head.