In lieu of doing any correct work I’ve been making an attempt to resolve what color to color the inside wood wall of my cabin.
That is what occurs in PMT week: I’m fully robbed of my powers of focus. Together with my endurance (which admittedly is in low reserve on the perfect of days) and my potential to parallel park.
And so, regardless of the actual fact I’ve 9 weblog posts to edit and a e-book synopsis to jot down, I’ve been avoiding something that requires focus and as a substitute have been staring on the varied partitions in my home and work cabin and considering of how to alter them. Ways in which may probably be grounds for divorce. Issues like, ripping off the expensive wallpaper that was solely meticulously hung two years in the past, however has “by no means seemed fairly proper”.
Issues like, giving a extremely dark-coloured ceiling a attempt, as a result of “we are able to at all times change it again.”
It’s as if my PMT self is aware of no peril. I turn into fearless – reckless even! – suggesting decor tweaks to my husband-stroke-reluctant-decorator which are so fickle and likewise disruptive that my regular self would know to not tread anyplace close to.
Fortunately the cabin wall I’m getting him to re-paint tomorrow is pretty uncontentious – it’s been an issue wall since ending off the construct and none of its earlier finishes have labored. And I’ve discovered the proper paint, within the excellent color and, every part from right here on in must be completely plain crusing…
