Sanding

I have spent most of my evening helping my friend sand our basement, getting ready to paint and finally finish up some of our basement stuff!!!!!! I am so excited but can I just say one thing?, I hate sanding. It is dirty, odious work that has no redeeming features save that if you don't do it correctly, your paint job will look like crap. I guess I could compare sanding to the state of Nebraska. The greatest thing about both of these items is what you get done with them. Nothing even remotely redeeming or appealing about them. I am looking forward to getting the walls painted, carpets cleaned and moved back into our bedroom. My dear wife has been so patient with this ordeal (I think that being married to me has prepared her in incalculable ways for this experience) yet even her Job-like patience is wearing thin. Sorry, sweetie. There is dust everywhere. It penetrates every orifice of furniture or other places (kind of like sand on a beach, if you know what I mean...) and it will be several months before everything is finally cleaned out or off. You think you have it cleaned, you work your guts out but you still find weird things weeks and months later. Again, the sand analogy. Anyway, some light sanding tomorrow and, hopefully, painting. But nothing happens until after the sanding...