I think it’s the requisite number of days for aches [three days, usually, for an injury to be at its sorest] since I tried to do a downhill faceplant with the pond filter in hand. There is not a place I don’t ache. Only one small bruise…but one hip is outraged, the shin hurts to touch, and the rest of me is jangled. I dived into bed for a couple of hours with 3 Advil and am a little better, but owie!

Jane meanwhile is working on the windows. When an artist decides to put in a window, there will be no paint splashes, no overpaints, no drips, and the tiniest holes will be caulked or puttied, as appropriate. I only fear the window may explode from air pressure if the front door slams with the bathroom door open. 😉 [Kidding, Jane, but the thing could withstand outer space and not leak.]

It is pretty. I have one quirk in decorating, however: I absolutely detest the combination of red and white, not universally, but on a house I happen to be living in—don’t ask me why: I was probably frightened by red and white woodwork as a child—so I’m pretty sure we’re going to paint the white siding that frames the now-red windows and soon-to-be red door. We have an idea, however, to borrow some paint from Joan, who has just painted her windows in a terracotta and redwood combination, and see whether or not doing the frame in one of those might be an interesting intermediate tone from our brickwork, which is one of those mottled medium-tone color combos that leans toward sandstone hues. We shall see. It’s amazing how that brilliant red can fit into an environment of evergreen and water.