Electricians are here and are working in the unfinished attic over my head. I keep imaging dust raining down, or worse. My cat has developed a 1000 yard stare probably picturing 180lb squirrels walking across our rafters.
We’ve also hit out first unexpected snag. Hopefully first and only.
Super nice guys though, I feel bad for how often they keep getting hurt in my imagination.
One of my best friends did that in high school. While his parents were out of town he threw a house party and everyone smoked weed in the attic. While up there, he stepped through the ceiling. The parents came home, found out everything and had to get a contractor to come fix it. Right after the contractor left, he went up there and was surprised by how well done the work was. While testing its strength, he put his foot through again. The contractor had to turn around and redo the work.