Painted, sort of. Enough to get through winter. Next spring...
Maybe save enough to get a proper job done for.
Struggling with profound fatigue, virus lingering without consent or invitation.
Hard to imagine doing all the necessary work to finish.
Workroom space a mess beyond. An eternity of maybe not.
The progress is fascinating, though. The pile of debris less.
I thought it would be in the job, but no.
Will have to wait for city cleanup day in Spring.
Or hire it hauled away? One piece at a time,
In the weekly bin? Snuck at night into neighbor's bins?
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