I painted today. Woo hoo! It was great to work again. I'm still in pain with-sciatica and a pulled hamstring but I can function. I've been hired to paint hallway doors in the dementia unit of a retirement community. Patients/renters ignore the signs that say "Stop!" and they set off the alarm. The staff came up with-the idea to paint faux bookshelves on the doors to disguise them. That's where I come in. What does it say about my life when I actually enjoy painting, being surrounded by dementia patients?