No more sanding, please...

I feel like I have inhaled a mighty load of dust. Actually, I have inhaled a mighty load of dust. The big spackle spot was sanded today, gods have mercy on my sinuses. I would take a picture of it for you, but then I would have to go near it again - and I don't want to do that right now.

You might be entertained to learn how it came about. I was moving my rebounder, tripped over the hem of the maxi dress I was wearing, fell, and landed on the rebounder against a corner of the section of wall that divides the downstairs hallway from the stairs. Knocked a hole in the wall and a sizable chunk out of my dignity. I don't want to talk about it anymore.

I bet you feel like my therapist right now, don't you?

Okay. Here's some music. I'm going to have a big mug of Breathe Deep tea and try to figure out where the cats are hiding.