This.
This is one day's work.
Oh, I know it doesn't look like one day's work, but it is.
That pale blue ceiling, now not streaky.
The crisp white trim around the door.
The black sash around the transom window.
A second coat of paint on everything pale gray.
One piece of trim painted, there on the right.
Please excuse the half-dead geranium.
She had nothing to do with this.
And pay no mind to those paint cans huddled together.
They'll only be there a little while until they're put to work again.
One day's work.
This is what happens when I sleep until noon.