A friend came to dinner last night and asked if I could pack and ship a painting for her. As she followed me into my sun room I stopped, turned her around, and told her to wait in the doorway. "I don't want you getting lost or injured in here."

I found a box that should work and she'll give me back the box and picture tomorrow and I'll pad it and ship it for her. And I do need to keep working on taming the mess in the sun room.