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They are painting our condo unit as I type. It looks like we will be the darker of two shades they are using. John calls it the green one. I don't see that but it is darker than the other one which is undeniably tan. Different but not that much in my view. People's reaction differs. The garage doors and trim will be the same brown as they have been. John said it was good that Booker is at the groomer. It is very upsetting to have all this shit going on, stuff moved, windows taped. If he were here it would be hard indeed. God's gift. Our stucco was really bad when we bought it. Two bad shades repainted. We never corrected it and got used to it. Now, no matter what shade, there will be only one. And they are even going to paint over the plaques behind the fountain which we decided not to remove for the operation. Everything passes eventually.

Massage today! The first in a long while and it was great. It is easy to get a mediocre massage but tough to get a good one. I have no desire to wade through the mediocre ones to get to the good. So. This guy, Alberto, came recommended and John went to him. He has hard hands. What I want. I am not interested in a ceremonial treatment. I want the whole thing full blast. My right lower back has been touchy and I thought it might work to get worked over. I don't know how it will turn out but the experience was among the best that I have had. Hard, tough, unrelenting. It hurt. The only kind worth getting.

More painting! I got home to a fully painted stucco and it looks pretty good. They should finish all of that today and finish the week doing the brown trim.

Labels: condo, health, massage