Tell ya what, Billy old china -- it has been a long day, no mistake. I started out this morning painting the street side of the garage, which (as you surmise) faces onto the street and was looking its age. It has this four-foot wide aluminum window stuck in it, one of those godawful characterless windows that were popular in housing developments in the 60's. I finally got fed up with the drab oldness of it and I shaped up a nice natural wooden frame around it from some oak 1x4s and 1x3s which took the whole day, because it had a sort of stepped edge on the lower half and the forty-fives didn't marry just right because the face of the house was a bit irregular. Nothing is plumb, level or square, as the old poem says... Now, bent and bruised from climbing up and down ladders, it is all mounted up and stained and caulked and cleaned and it looks downright spiffy and warm. It really raises the tone of the place. Yay. I am exhausted after cleaning up after that lot, no mistake. I'm going to pour myself a single malt and see how those Thomastik Insfeld strings on the old Martin sound today. I'm working up some new choons. Keep well and stay sober a least one day a week!