Exposure

Silicone caulk over-exposure has taken me down at...2:16am. My Beloved is one hard-working guy. To get back under the eaves, he has to pull the gymnastic equivalent of an iron cross. And yesterday he sprained his wrist. But, like the Energizer bunny, he just keeps on keeping on. Left to my own devices, I would have stopped at emptying out the attic, and never made it to the clean-out. I do get a thrill in the midst of my silicone nausea, however, thinking of how good it will feel to be done and how good it will feel knowing that we did it ourselves. Our house will be so much more comfortable with it's new winter coat.


It struck me yesterday, carrying box after box of unlabeled mystery belongings, that the next time we do lug around our possessions in boxes like this will be when we retire. Thank the maker that won't be anytime soon. Yuck.