the amazing sore muscle man

hubby spent the better portion of monday IN THE ATTIC crouching in the rafters in and amid tons of blown-in insulation .... well, it's 2 days later and you should hear him moaning! it's like he did 4 hours of squats! he is in so much pain! he had me rub out his muscles today...as he yelled out i COULDN'T HELP laughing! it's funny. i know it hurts, but it's a good-hurt, right? i LOVE that kind of hurt! and cuz it usually means i did something REALLY productive! and SO HE DID!

MY WONDERFUL HUBBY PUT IN ceiling lights and fans in all 3 upstairs bedrooms! PLUS a light in my master closet! what we can't figure out is how all the owners of this home, thru the past TWENTY-SEVEN years, lived w/o ceiling lights up here! good GRIEF, charlie brown! i know part of it musta been they didn't have the know-how or the where-with-all or the ... what is it? tenacity? guts? well, he has it all. it's not like he's a trained electrician. but there is like NOTHING he can't do! yeaHOOO! now THERE IS LIGHT. especially needed in this season, in this part of the U.S. where we have very little daylight hours! i mean, come summer, the light BEAMS in THRU the curtains! we are almost sunburned inside our own home! (slight exaggeration)

so, i just had to write about his sore muscles (and my lack thereof) and how THANKFUL i am for LIGHT up here! i really am a child of the light...i need LOTS of light!