My mood has improved slightly but my energy level is nill. Jim showed up, sanded and slapped another coat of mud on the walls and took off again while it dries. I'm hoping he shows up soon to sand it so I can git to gittin' on the paint.
Folks, this is yet another example of why I don't have brilliant ideas often. They usually turn out to be far short of brilliant in real life. I talked (begged) Mike into letting a ?pro? handle this job and I'm affraid I won't be able to do again with any other large jobs.
Hey, at least this guy hasn't threatened my life! That is an improvement.