I'm not much of a writer anymore, but here we go with a journal.
|The walls of Kid A's bedroom are all painted now, though I got hella sick doing the roller part of it. Now it's on to cutting and painting the wood trim, then replacing switch plates and spraypainting the register cover. Kid A himself is off fighting wildfires out west, but I expect him back at least for the holidays. His long-term plan has been to move to Austin, but after spending the summer out west, he may have changed his mind about that. Whenever he shows up, I hope he likes flat gray walls and semi-gloss white trim. It's also the cat room and the memory room, so colorful accents will be coming along after all the serious painting is done.
The color is a darkish gray, but they call it "Evening Serenade." Paint color names tend to be more evocative of moods than of actual colors. Without knowing "Evening Serenade" was gray, I'd assume a deep blue or a jazzy violet. If I named colors they'd be more like Old Margarine, Smashed Pumpkin Innards, and Don't Eat That Meat!
I'm about 75% sure I've got covid, but so far nothing serious, just uncomfortable. I've been going about my normal activities, except staying away from all people 100% of the time, which gets a little tricky. They say I shouldn't go get tested unless my symptoms get worse, which is fine by me, since getting tested would involve a moderate bike ride and waiting around in the cold for who knows how long. Wisconsin is a hot spot right now, so a lot of people are getting tested here.