Work started about 10:30 yesterday morning. It ended about 2:00 this morning. I was a little punchy on the drive home and the ol' RX CCC was burning the BUY GAS NOW light. In downtown Indy in the wee sma' hours? Not on a bet! So I drove home with great care, one eye on the miles-per-gallon display, and if Johnny Law had seen me, he'd'a pulled me over and sniffed for burnin' herb.
The extra time was to run some wiring to a place it had never been, and yet was "suddenly" needed for something that had been known (to others) far enough in advance to have had posters printed and the room decorated, presumably instead of asking if the necessary technical features were available -- a place that was on the far side of three fire-rated walls A place to which only one of my peers had ever run any wire; he was on vacation yesterday and the wire in question was a single thin cable-TV coax. I had a few (ahem) more things in my collection of wires. Did the whole run single-handed because if you're going to have to make a lot of ill-informed guesses and you're on a deadline, it's better to just have one person guessing. And drilling through the fire-rated walls in the dust and insulation above the suspended ceiling. And looking around for the pink fire caulk.
I was in bed by 3:00 a.m. The cats were fighting by 3:15. It's been a short night.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
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