A case of the vapors

Roy needed something to throw over the window to protect it while he was lacquering the doors, so we found an old Pollock in the closet and hung it up.

The more I looked at it, the better the Pollock looked with the light coming through it, and maybe the varnish will protect it against further damage before we return it to the museum. . . .

Sorry, but I'm a little off my head since inhaling all those vapors today.

For a while, all I had to do was to get out on the porch. Then farther out in front of the house. Then I started moving way upwind. Standing in the street, I still felt my head spinning when our neighbor Martin came by with his dog, Fluffy, sniffed, quickly commented, "Ah, varnish," and moved along smartly.

Hank came back to see about repairing the granite installers' damage, putting in the bathroom floors and doing the backsplash -- and retreated after getting some rough measures. By the time he comes back tomorrow or Friday, the vapors should have dissipated.

Dave, the Irish guy who's doing our brick walks and pavers, came up around noon to say his fellas had been celebrating a birthday Tuesday night, so. . . .

They'll be here Thursday, barring another birthday.