Time to strip paint.

Hot flashes with springs of sweat. Removed all cloth last night, and Eleanor decides it's a good time to stand on my chest. I disagreed and scooted her off.

Usually, this runs about two weeks, start the timer.

Petering out

And done. With intense misery and exhaustion. But it didn't last long.

Dribbles.

Time to step back

Starting again, of course. At least it wasn't last week. No wonder I was tetchy over the weekend.

Which I kinda knew.