Finished Painting...Except Not

I actually finished the painted job that I set out to do two years ago. Unfortunately, it became immediately obvious that the initial goal I set for myself (the living room and entryway) was not sufficient. I thought I could stop painting where the entryway meets the hall off the kitchen. I was wrong:

If you can't tell from the picture, all the corners in my home are rounded rather than 90-degree angles. Curses to whoever dreamed that one up. They must not have had the imagination to think someone might not want to paint their entire house one colour.

Sigh. On the bright side, I overestimated the amount of paint I needed. The full can I have left might be enough to make it look like this paint job wasn't done by a blind person.

I'm not sure exactly when I will accomplish the next phase of this mission. First, I have to work on my next project, staining the bedroom end tables. It went down to 3° Celsius the other night. Summer packed up and took off seemingly overnight and since I plan to do this job in our unheated garage I have to get on it if I want to avoid freezing my ass off while attempting to apply gelatinous stain with a brush of clumped bristles—to reference previous experience.

At this rate I estimate I'll be ready to hang pictures on the walls around Christmas.