Seven hours of staining my fence

I had to put off researching my Boyd book today because part of my agreement with my wife is to make sure I don’t muck up family life this summer. That’s my part of the bargain. What I get out of it I’ll announce in a couple weeks.

Today was brilliant and sunny and my fence and arbor needed a fresh coat of stain. Seven hours of staining left me feeling very grubby. It was good to swim my mile afterward except that my staining arm just sort of hung limp at my side for 32 laps.

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