  Song - Smashing Pumpkins - Luna The touch-up work for the Ronald Wilson Reagan Commemorative Bathroom is still underway or Id have a pretty color picture to post on this here blog.
The poor bloke. The NPR rehash had me in tears more than once this afternoon, partly from selfish memory and partly from empathy for his dear wife. Nancy  I hope this loss opens up new doors for you and your fight to provide govt spending on stem cell research. We can, all of us, only hope. The frickin bathroom looks fantastic, however unprepared I was at the outset for the labor involved.
My ankle had a fever by five. My back made claims on my evening by 3pm. The acrobatics involved in the finer work will be saved until tomorrow. But yes, the color is great. And the space I used it in was perfect. Too bold for the living room, it works wonderfully in an adjacent nook. Bryan and I played with his new chefs knife in our preparation of tonights dinner. I helped until I cut my finger with the hunk a steel. More blood in my kitchen. Call it a blood-lust. but this was definitely accidental. We talked politics, even venturing into religion where our most meaningful conversation camped around.
Its hard to acknowledge Reagan without speaking to the non-secularism of this country. And Bryan's rekindled interest in resuming ties with his church. I love him. Which made the conversation so much less contentious than it would have been even a couple of years ago. My nugget of wisdom I take with me is the reaffirmation that I get to reading the Bible by a year from my degree one of my 10 post-studies commitments. 
