And today I actually told my landlord that I'm ready to do it, ready to make a commitment -- to paint. He seemed a bit surprised; I think he gave up on the notion of me ever painting sometime before Thanksgiving when I told him that picking colors was just too much stress, and please, please don't make me do it . . . I may have been sobbing, and he was easy to convince. So here I am in June, still with stark white walls.

I even went so far as to make an appointment with him on Wednesday to go to Home Depot and actually buy the paint, but of course I'll be canceling since I'm going to go see Allison Krauss and some other guy (Robert Plant, apparently he's famous?) at Ravinia, but I didn't remember that when Best Landlord Ever and I made the arrangements, so I still get willing-to-make-a-commitment points. Yay me.

In other news, my niece is out of the hospital! Yay for no skin grafts!