The Sticking Point

Last night I did the final sanding and painting of the trim I mildly damaged when replacing the AC unit at Christine’s place. It’s not perfect but good enough that unless somebody knew work was done their attention would not be drawn to it. I’m happy with the outcome as at one point I was not quite sure how it was all going to turn out when the old AC felt like it was wedged in place.

I also finally got around to washing my Tesla last night, something I clearly recall thinking it needed starting at least two weeks prior. Why it took me two weeks to do something that took 15-20 minutes is unclear to me.

It’s an odd thing that sometimes, really most of the time, coming up with something to talk about here is a relatively easy task to accomplish. For whatever reason that ease has been missing recently.