About an hour ago marked this time. It wasn’t the gracious moment long hoped for, tempered as it was by the recent receipt of a rather unpleasant email and, much more importantly, the pain of finishing with this burn wound on my back.
The happy couple whose wedding night was too hot for me will most probably not wish to be publicly associated with a fool who can’t dance near a candle in his new shirt. Oh.
So, the event which I’d been long waiting for, the end of the #rewire, finally came. A few last minute hiccups, nothing too serious, and the final switch was thrown. Frankenstein’s monster screeched, wrenched free from its bed and stormed off into our home’s 20th century nervous system. I confess to not wishing to see wireless power invented any time soon.