����The kitties, Zo� and Zubby, are stalking around all disgruntled because we are now in Day Seven of the porch renovation with no sign that we will resume our regular routines any time soon.

����I gotta confess it's starting to sap my will to live. This porch is our normal entrance to the house. Otherwise we have to use the fire escape out back, and that gets old fast.

����I had kind of told myself that by today we would have the old linoleum ripped up, the new pine floor installed, sanded, urethaned and the walls painted.

����Well, I just got coat one of the urethane on, which leaves three to go and THEN the walls will need two coats of paint ... so I'm guessing that maybe by a week from today we'll be done. *Sigh*.

����In the meantime, my washer, dryer and everything else that normally lives on the porch now lives in my kitchen. Unplugged. Which is fine if you're Eric Clapton on MTV, but not much fun if you're Marn Of The Boonies looking at an ever dwindling underwear drawer and a 45 minute drive to the nearest laundromat. Oh pooh.

����The spousal unit claimed indifference to the issue of paint colour, but had a heart attack when curiosity got the best of him and he cracked open the can I brought in yesterday. He's been muttering darkly under his breath ever since. Tough noogies, I say, say I. He had a vote, he declined to use it.

����My scanner went mental trying to scan the paint chart at the right, but if you look at the one that I sketched Zubby on, you get an approximation. It is RED. Well, actually it is called Mauve Blush, but goshdarnit, it's RED.

����Mwahahahahahaha. Did I just do my evil, deranged laugh out loud? Ooooooops.

����I am tired of the quiet subtlety of pastels.

����There will be further bulletins as events progress.