I am electrician-woman, hear me roar. Actually, I’m a bit too tired to roar, so you’ll have to use your imagination. I spent the day wiring, cutting through insulation (ptew probable asbestos spit spit,) drilling holes in plaster, sawing holes hither and yon and generally threatening every insecure male for thirty miles with my effective use of power tools. Heh.
Now it’s off to buy a new drill bit (or ten,) new jigsaw blades, Chinese food and a few groceries, then home to collapse in the recliner, after I put the banana bread in the oven.
