Well. Our bathroom is yellow.

See, we went to Home Depot yesterday to look at paint chips for the kitchen, and we ended up buying the paint we’d decided on for the bathroom. Being temporarily useless at anything requiring a reaching movement, I was shut out of the exercise while my husband painted.

It’s, um, yellow. Lemony yellow. The colour of whipped egg yolks with a bit of sugar in them. It’s not as dark as we’d expected; we were hoping for more of an deeper tone to it as it dried. It’s not awful; it’s just, well, different.

It’s going to take a bit of getting used to, I think. It’s definitely better than the stark white was.

On other fronts, NSW was (as usual) a terrific session, very character-driven as opposed to action-oriented. We got our new mission parameters: go into occupied worlds and incite rebellion. Sounds good, and very Star Wars-y; it presents a vast variety of potential situations. No one seemed to mind that I spent the session standing, leaning against the wall, or flat on my back on the living room floor. Chairs appear to aggravate my back.

Bank errands, then an interview on Pagan weddings, then work this afternoon. Then we’ll see what state we are in at the end of it all, and if ye old spine can stand (pun unintentional, I assure you; there’s not much humour in me when it comes to this any more) a public ritual tonight or not.