"You're never too old to learn something stupid."

I'm disappointed in Spotify.
I have it playing through some bookshelf speakers that were left in the office I was assigned. It's on almost all the time I'm there because I find that background helpful a I prepare my lessons and do the small amount of administrative work I do. Always classical music.
Sometimes I pick a composer, sometimes an instrument (cello concertos), sometimes a genre (arias).
Over the weekend I decided it would be fun to listen to all nine of Beethoven's symphonies in order and listen for changes through the series.
Nope, Can only get #9. Huh?? C'mon, guys, that's just not right.

I've been working on painting Sally, an hour or two each day. I got the fourth coat on the roof and right rear quarter this afternoon and...there's a problem. I need Barnette's doors open to get sufficient light, but that means the breeze blows through. And that means dust. The surfaces, especially the horizontal ones, feel like sandpaper because of the dust that settled in the wet paint. I don't know if wet sanding will fix it, if I just have to live with it, or if I need to sand and then paint very early in the morning when the air is calm.
It may also be the case that a dirt floor is not an ideal setting for painting a car.
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The above was written yesterday and never finished. So....

On my way home I stopped at Harbor Freight for more sandpaper. On the route home from there I go by the big "Adult Entertainment" shop in town. They must be doing well because they are open during the construction of a major addition.
If you were a construction worker and a believer with a commitment to biblical standards would you work on that job site? Unlike driving a delivery truck full of Bud there's no acceptable level of pornography consumption.

STILL nothing from Dolly. She's now almost four days past her due date. Aaargh.
I take Pam to the airport at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning. Guaranteed to be the time when Dolly goes into labor.

Why do dogs and cats instinctively hate each other? Buddy cannot just let them be. And both cats seem to know he's on a leash and in the end (at the end) do them any harm. I swear they bait him every morning, wandering as close to him as possible without risking him actually reaching them. Not that he doesn't still try, and hit the limits of his leash hard enough to induce a brief coughing fit.
I think if he ever caught up with one of them he'd come out the worst for it. They're barn cats and still have their front claws, while Buddy has no weapon except his teeth.
I keep hoping they'll come to some sort of detente and let each other be. No sign that's ever going to happen. As likely as mideast peace.

Painting Sally is a learning experience that continues. Today I decided I need to spend more time sanding the primer before I put on the color. I'm also going to go with generally thinner color layers - more thinner coats. By the time I get to the front fenders I should have this down.

It's Thursday, which means pizza at Countryside. BACON!