I think I've been bitten by a stomach bug. I have not felt well for the last couple of days. I'm hoping that sleep will help, so I'm going to go to be going to bed really early tonight.
I haven't made near the progress I would like to make in the last couple of days, but I understand there will be days like this. It happens, because life happens.
I was able to get the second coat of paint on the table tops today. I was going to yesterday, but it was too windy to paint. I think they'll need a third coat of paint to make sure everything is nice and even, but I'm thrilled with how nice they're going to look. They look so much better in a solid bright white than they did with what looked like placemats painted on them. They'd have been great with a checkerboard pattern on them, and I suppose I could still do that around the edges, but I don't want to take the time right now. Maybe someday. In the meantime, I'm happy with them being white. I'll probably put the last coat on them Thursday and give them a few extra hours to dry thoroughly between now and then.
Right now, I'm just going to go to bed. Maybe if I get enough sleep tonight, I'll feel more capable tomorrow.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.