Crawled up into the attic today to remove some old wiring that had been tacked up and hanging in the “demolition” room for months.

I am not an electrician, and I do not relish getting up into the attic. There’s blown-in insulation, old shake shingles, and decades of dust and dirt up there.

Breathing through an industrial-grade air mask, walking carefully along the old rafters, I studied the spiderweb of electrical wires. Patiently, I worked, and removed the old stuff and reconnected everything, and the lights came back on when I pushed the breaker.

No amazing feat. Nothing extraordinary. Yet it feels quite good to take another small step down the path of updating this old farm house. And, as I said: Wonderfully, the lights came back on.