wired!

Today Steve flipped the switch in the closet and the light went on!

It went on because me and T had strung hundreds of yards of yellow wiring through the beams in the ceiling; because we drilled holes in studs and strung wires from room to room to room to room, nailing them to studs awkwardly with sideways hammers; because we stripped out the ends of the wires and fastened together black wires and white wires and connected up ground wires, and coiled them all back up in the little box that we also had to hammer in; because we stripped wires and coiled the edges around little screws on the sides of the light switches and painfully tries to twist hard wire into tiny spaces; because we crawled on ladders in little spaces and screwed above our heads to hook up funny colored wires to funny colored screws inside a funny shaped light fixture; because we put in light bulbs.

That's where the magic came from. Not magic at all - just a lot wires and screwdrivers and funny angles and frustrating spaces.

But alternatively, I feel like dancing around the lights like Tom Hanks in Castaway, bellowing "SEE WHAT I HAVE CREATED!"