where wildly different is perfectly normal
That word
That word

That word

“You keep using that word; I do not think it means what you think it means.”
Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride

Many thanks to Karen for getting The Princess Bride to the forefront of my brain. Cliffs of Insanity and all that. Hanging by a frayed rope halfway up those cliffs today. “That word” today is either painters or tomorrow. I’ve been hearing both for a week now. It’s now 11am MDT and no painters. Half-nekkid little boys running around to the melodious tunes of the keyboard’s demo track, yes. (I used to like the William Tell Overture. Now, not so much). Painters, no. Yesterday, today was tomorrow…ergo, the painters should be here today. We shall see.

edit: The painters showed up a few hours after this post, dropped off their equipment, and left.


But at least the basement is all painted now.

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