Well, the hallway is painted. The walls, at least, though there are few spots which will need touching up. Towards the end of the job there were a few moments when I was concerned about how much paint I had left. The last thing I wanted to do was run to the store to pick up quart to finish the job... no problem.
I did yardwork in between coats (I always put on 2 coats of paint). Rather than mulch the gingko leaves this year, I raked them all over into a compost pile. We'll see how that works for next year.
French Toast was also on the menu, yesterday. A long, long time ago, on the night before I left for the Navy, my Mom told me she was going to make me breakfast... what ever I wanted. I told her I wanted French Toast, and she told me "I don't know how to make that." Sad, but true. She was not a big one for cooking. My grandmother on my father's side gave her a nice Betty Crocker Cookbook since my Mom couldn't cook. I did get French Toast for breakfast, but I do believe I had to tell her how you made it. Here's what mine looked like yesterday.