This evening I painted the hallway.
Normally I find painting a very satisfying task: once the job is done, it makes everything look so good!
But this is the second time I've painted this hallway in 4 months. The first time I turned 10 years of horror grey-once-was-white into pristine sunny yellow. This time I turned 4 months of horror brown-once-was-sunny-yellow into...pristine sunny yellow.
Actually it was still pristine sunny yellow except for a strip from 2 to 4 feet high the length of the hallway on both sides, which was filled with hand and finger prints the color of mud, grape jelly and Cheetos.
This painting task was decidedly less satisfying than the last time.
I had been hoping that this task on the to-do list would never rise to top priority but today my realtor, reporting on the open house, said "Comments were about 95% positive, which is great. Several people did comment on the hallway paint, though."
So much for escaping that one, eh?