After the last blog, I figured that it was worse to be a wimp than a procrastinator, and set back to housecleaning and other corporeal improvements. And my toe? HA! to my toe! Little toe! Vestigal toe! Nonessential personnel! I scampered up the ladder and commenced to painting the bathroom, and an hour later I must say that the only thing more spectacular than my new wall treatment is the color my foot is turning. Oo-ee. Is there a doctor in the house? Or, better yet, someone with fresh synonyms for “stupid?”