An enduring misty rain returned in a low grey dense canopy of clouds. The temperature struggles. The furnace has awakened from its summer slumber and I am glad to know it is alive and working. More layers of clothing have not prevented a sense of chill or rigid nipples.
I paint blue in the rain with only the front door open for ventilation.
In this low light with no functioning flash on my camera - that died last year - the color of paint is subjective. Each wall and each angle takes on its own hue. Perhaps I am done. Blue on white may not need a second coat. A bright sun shiny day will be needed for the final determination.
The next process will take me back to carpentry, the fine finish carpentry of trim. The baseboards, ceiling trim, windows and doors are the main items of focus. Rest assured other small details will need attention. Trim could keep me busy for a spell. It needs to be cut to fit so it looks like fine carpentry, then sanded and stained before being attached.
All those processes need to happen outside. I don't want to get sawdust and stain drips inside the newly tiled and freshly painted cabin. I wonder if there is an Indian Summer in the upcoming weather diagnosis.