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Windows, sanded, so far. Tonight? Maybe. I am all set up for it. Moving the ladder, alone, is a bear. But holding onto the ladder with one hand, while using the grinder, stretched well out is pretty testing. I thought about painting in place, as I finished grinding. I didn't end up liking the idea for several reasons.
I am rather worn. I took breaks between moving the ladder. Now I need a longer rest. Tea has been going down quickly. I doubt if painting will happen, not even sure about the last window sanding, but maybe. I can use the light, if I can regain enough energy. If so, I'll hit the unpainted one on the roof and the unpainted lower one (or first). Sometimes the workbug outdoes exhaustion.
Someone was curious. I had thought not to share the dream, from this morning. It was mildly disturbing, if exciting too. Well, and creepy. I actually think I was seeing a woman's dream, one I may know. While what I saw, other than the weird "sexy" part, didn't bother me, I could tell it bothered her. Must be the particular fears of a woman as she is hunted and nearing "the wall". Well, that is what I sensed.
Ah, and one to a friend. No last chance, just... having some doubts, with a bit of a chuckle. Oh, if... I missed something... and there is some seeming funk in there? There isn't. Idjits.
Anyway. On to my break. Later.
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