Temper!

I've got quite a few things on my mind right now.  

 Too many to concentrate on any single one, really.  

I didn't have such a terrific day.

Oh, it wasn't really that bad.

Mostly, I am trying to adjust to the fogginess

I am feeling from a new medication I've started 
for the chronic pain in my knee.

And, I overslept this morning, so got to work an hour late.

Hate to start the day already behind.

Then I came home to find paint flecks

(ya know, from painting the ceiling with a roller?)

over half of my table.

The table where the thread canister
and quilting gloves

and sewing machines

and other things are.

Yup, that's right.

Little bitty paint flecks on my quilting gloves,

sewing machine cords, 
wrapping paper,
thread canister,
plastic serger cover,
& my seam ripper.

Fortunately, I had covered my machines with towels.
Even more fortunate is the fact 
that it was water-based paint
and cleaned up rather easily.

Okay...back it up, Jacq.  

Remember, the house is for sale.

So, my landlords have been painting.

Today, the ceiling in the sunroom,

which is where I sew, was painted.

I was told drop cloths would be used,

but I have a difficult time understanding where the paint 
flecks came from if everything was covered up.

I actually thought of taking photos before I cleaned it up.

But, I didn't.

When I called to ask my landlord about it,

he said he had used a drop cloth and that 

there were no paint flecks anywhere.

When I told him that they were everywhere on that table

and that I had just spent 1/2 hour wiping the paint up,

he said that he 'begged to differ'.

uh-huh.

So, I was wiping up figments of my imagination?

I was so upset, I just hung up on him.

I really hate it when I lose my cool.

Which, by the way, I do often.

Lose my cool.

Usually, though,

I am able to settle down enough to carry on

a reasonable discussion with the person involved.

Not today!

Temper, temper!

The living room ceiling is next to be painted.

So.

In the midst of my temper, temper,

I moved everything 

(except for the big, heavy stuff)

into the dining room.

I am NOT going to chance getting
paint flecks on anything else!    

I am not happy.  At all.
 

I think I shall go to bed so that I can 

wake up in a fog again tomorrow morning.