I started priming the walls around 3:00 pm, the earliest opportunity I had. My hopes were to prime the ceiling, then the walls and finally, have time to paint the ceiling. As you will see pictured, I opened both the bathroom window and the adjacent kitchen window. I utilized fans as well. At the time I felt confident in my ventilation. As I worked, I noticed time began to slip. Before I knew it it was almost 5:00. The ceiling and walls seemed to absorb the primer like a sponge.
As I primed the ceiling and then the walls, I became determined to finish what I had started before Mary got home from work. I was consumed, in fact, or so I thought. Working to reach 10 ft ceilings, I depended on my trusty roller extension. I'm tall enough and have a decent reach, so short of a few bits of paint in my hair, I managed to knock out the ceiling with little difficult despite how quickly time seemed to be moving. However, it eventually occurred to me that I was becoming more and more dependent on the roller as a means of staying on my feet. The roller, was heavier the further along I got and to be honest, so did my face. What I was consumed by was more and more obviously not determination.
Mary arrived home from work late, which gave me the extra time needed. I was finished, I was triumphant, however, I was incapable of putting together a sentence. My face was heavy, my arms a bit tingly. I was covered with primer and my head was buzzing. I was stoned from all the Kilz. At Mary's urging I sat on the porch with the dog and took in as much fresh air as possible. It wasn't until close to 7:00 and after a shower that I started to regain my grasp on reality. The ceiling paint would have to wait, yet another casualty of an unpleasant experience with oil based Kilz.