You just can't trust painters
Posted on September 23rd, 2010
Today is, in my most humble opinion, a perfect day: a projected high in the low 60s and rain forecasted. It’s going to be cold, clammy, and miserable. I love it. This is why I live in my little corner of the country (and was the fourth generation to be born up here – it’s genetic). It’s a perfect day for a cashmere wrap, coffee, writing, reading, and – best of all – leaving the curtains wide open to appreciate the skyline without sun pouring in and turning the loft into a greenhouse.
It’s also the day the damned painters are pressure washing our “drop” of the building. Which means that, unless I want painters staring in at us, I still have to close the damn windows and curtains in the next hour. So annoying – because who wants painters casing the joint or watching me do yoga in my PJs? (Well. Not that they want to see that, either.)
Day 2 of rebound headaches: nothing so far. (I didn’t take anything yesterday, either – but had a killer headache by the end of the day.)