That's the thing about getting half the house painted, the other half begins to look grubby. This week - the porch. This evening the woodwork, tomorrow pink walls - I think.  My talented brother has theories about small dark halls that I have never quite embraced until now. 

After a weekend of yoga I disgraced myself by sleeping in and missing my yoga class this morning.  Surfaced in time to wash the last of the green dye out of my hair and have lunch with jettygirl in the city.