I spring from bed as dawn, er, you know. I love to have a project. I love to have a project with a whole Sunday stretching ahead without interruption. I love to have a project on a sub-tropical beach where Pacific Rim Egrets watch my endeavor.
So I give another coat of blue very early. I come back at lunchtime. I turn her over and paint her gunwales. I think she likes that.
I paint the decking red so that the blood does not show.
Then the seats in white.
I think the definition of unhappiness is not having a project.
Where is my engine?