THIS IS

Not a job. This is an act of love.

I finished painting another room in the tree house. That's the third room in as many weeks. As I stripped tape off the trim, I laughed as I recalled my own anal retentive attitudes and methods going into painting the first room. Now I think I've learned to appreciate the difference between "a job well done" and "a job done well enough."

I'm pooped. I think I'm going to hang these brushes up for a little while.