The electricians got started on our house yesterday. We didn’t even know they’d been there until we realized we had no juice in our bedroom. (A common problem for old married couples, or so I’ve heard. Rim shot.) I had to break out the oil lamp for the evening — just like old times. As of this morning you couldn’t turn around in our house without knocking over an electrician. I think there were five guys there. At this rate they’ll be done next week, which makes me happy. However, they were playing country music. Nobody warned me about that.
(No Longer) Waiting for the Electrician
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