It’s a funny thing about electricity. You really take it for granted until it is gone.

I have an electrician over who is trying to figure out why my outlets and lights don’t work in the bedroom, kitchen and Bertie’s room. He was able to get the lights in the Bedroom and Kitchen working, but Bertie’s room will still have to be electrified by an extension cord. Apparently, when Dragan the electrician was going into the attic he noticed mouse poop everywhere. I guess we have mice, or worse, rats in our attic. Perhaps one of them acquired a taste for electrical insulation. Maybe Mao, Kei’s cat, is going to have to develop a taste for rats.