August, they're right about you

Taking advantage of a vacation cottage that's only two hours away is predicated upon actually having days off to do so. For me, that means weekends. For R, it's a little more complicated. If one week, she works Friday, the next week, she'll work Saturday, and the week after that, it'll be Sunday. August was such a month, cruel 'til the end, which meant we were only able to come up together one time. That was the weekend I'll fondly remember as Prep-The-Crap-Out-Of-The-Living-Room-Walls (three days), then Prime-and-Paint them (three hours). It was also the weekend I discovered muscles I didn't know I had, while vacuuming the 10' ceiling from the top of a ladder, sanding and TSP-ing every inch, and making a well-informed decision on a lovely Atrium White, selected from four minutely- but significantly-different whites. I also discovered that among R's infinitely amazing qualities, she's a rockstar with a caulk gun. Possessed, in fact.

Bye-bye, gross wood paneling! Thanks, excellent super-sticky Daly's primer!

As a matter of fact, they are different!

The rest of the month, R took advantage of a couple of four-day breaks during the week to finish painting the living room, and to get ready for our next adventure: Labor Day weekend.