The hardest part about painting a room is starting. Prep is not fun; it's tedious but necessary. How many switchplates have I removed and put back up in my fiftynevermind years? How many tubs of spackle? How many miles of painter's tape? Zero. Zero miles of painter's tape. I don't use it. A steady hand and a good brush is all you need, at least that's what a painter told me once. The hardest part about deciding to start writing again is also starting . December 23rd was the day Bob and I had been dreading for - I don't know - probably forever but at least a year. It was the day we decided would be Kenai's last. The 14-year-old husky was arguably the sweetest animal either of us had ever known. The hairy, irritating, goofball of a dog was one we implicitly trusted around old people and babies because all he knew how to do was love. I don't have to detail the reasons for the decision other than to say that, "it was time." We made some phone ca...