Thirty-third Week

I'd asked a friend to borrow a ladder to paint my higher windows. 25 foot, I requested. For some reason - I suspect that because he's a dude and clearly I don't know what I actually need - he brought me a 16 foot ladder. Which is about 8 feet too short for my highest windows. Go figure.

It's not that I don't appreciate the loan, but I would have appreciated it more had he actually listened to my request. Now instead of being done, I am again waiting for the right ladder.

Also? Painting in high places sucks, but fear makes me move faster.