Two things have I apportioned myself on the highway to Happiness. Or at least the Meandering Path to Meh.

One. Finish staining/varnishing the butcher block table that I will be using as a fish tank stand.

Two. Strip the years of paint from the top of the mouldings in the dining room, thus to further my goal of re-wiring to the intermediate telephone plug in there, and thus to my room, that I may re-locate the DSL modem and router.

Congruence: I’m varnishing the top of the table in said dining room. Stripping can make a helluva mess (when was the last time you were at the bar?). Unless I’m going for the splattered retro 80’s look, this won’t work.

Of course, I *could* be smart, and strip fully before I varnish, but that’s no fun. Fun, it seems, is the measure by which all activities should be undertaken. Which really doesn’t explain my presence here, d-+++ATH+++NO CARRIER