I can say we got enough rain. It is cool and damp and these are new to me. New is good at the moment, I have slipped into a strange kind of boredom.
It took months but the porch ceiling is finally painted, we don't care about fancy or neat, could have left the plywood bare, but this makes it lighter, softly. It was hard work at our age, gosh I can feel it. Tape comes off later today.
I kept going because there are so many small scraps.