Bare wires from a ceiling. Can't be good.
So there I was, minding my own business, chatting with Mom on the phone, when I saw a cover on the ceiling fan had slipped, showing these wires. Beloved hubby got up there, saw that the bracket had cracked. The fan was hanging by a screw. Which sounds a lot naughtier than it is. The two difficult parts about putting the fan back will be braving the home improvement stores (unhelping helpers and snailish cashiers), and holding up the fan. The wires are colorcoded and match, plus, I can flip a breaker. No action and adventure there, thankfully.
In other news, I'm almost done with Chelle's vest. I'll have it ready for sock class tonight, and also have her model it. It's really pretty so far, and I've had to keep a close watch on the dropping and undropping of the stitches.
I have yet another migraine, but this one was expected and even a couple days late. No problem, since I was expecting it. Hubs ordered all my meds, he has a mission about that, so it gets done. Plus, we'd watched a news report about a breast cancer that isn't like the usual, no lumps, can't be detected by a mammogram, all that. I looked over at him and he was staring at me with an expression I'd seen before. It's the "We'd better get you checked on this because nothing can happen to you," one. We've known each other for 13 years, our first date anniversary being July 8th. It's good AND bad, because neither one can get anything over on the other one. Practical jokes don't work, and sneaking around takes real determination. I still don't know where he hides the flowers he gets me for our special occasions. :)
And now, finish the vest, take a migraine busting nap, then off to chat with Mary and attend the sock class tonight.