Lately I’ve been wrestling with paint. No, it’s not a warped variation on paintball or a new event on “Gladiators,” it’s the emotional struggle of selecting a paint color. I know for some people a quick glance at a color chart is all it takes for them to commit to Windswept Burgundy or Colonial Gold. Not me; I have to take home swatches, eat with them, sleep with them, compare them to my skin tone and get second and third opinions from my friends. The bigger the item, the longer the process, the greater the suffering I endure.