Freaky Friday

 

I'm not superstitious as a rule but Friday the 13th always gives me pause. Thursday the 12th was a good day. We started out at a new little town park down the street watching the sun come up over the bay. We got an early start because we had a lot of work to do back home. 

All those new bi-fold doors and trim we put up had to be painted and it all was. Two coats. I'm hoping that the 13th turns out to be a lucky day and I won't have to put on a third coat. Fingers crossed. Painting those primed doors was no fun. That cheap wood product was very thirsty.