Oh my goodness. Painting. I have paint in my hair, up my nose, and everywhere else. Why? Because I'm painting my old house to put it on the market. It makes me wish I'd put saran wrap over the entire house to keep dirt off the walls. Or that plastic that used to be on couches. Something. Anything that would have kept me from painting.
Also, my arms and legs feel like they might fall off. I'm feeling every bit of 46 this week, and I still have more painting to do. Not a lot, but even a little right now is more than I want to do. I hope I never have to do it again. I probably will, but just the thought makes me want to cry.