I've been working like a dog

I struggle to come up with titles for my entries, so I have decided to adopt the practice of naming my posts with relevant lyrics from my song of the day. Every day this week has felt the same as the day before, as if I am living a loop. It's fine though. I haven't been bored, and the whole week has been devoted to screening and painting my porch. Physical work can be dull, but it is something to do and today the fruits of labor were beginning to appear, as the porch was looking more like I had envisioned it would. In my drivetime today I drove all the way from Big Y to my house, it felt like a big accomplishment. My hands are covered with white paint despite my best efforts to scrub it off and I have two very painful cankersores that I usually only get in the winter. I often get them on the bottom of my tongue, and they kill every time I bite or talk. The doctor says they are from stress. But I have had zero stress today. No siree. Oh god, I must be dying from herpes then, its the only logical explanation. Sike.
A Hard Day's Night by the Beatles, who I have been listening to all evening. Oh and please take a look at these pictures in large if you so desire.