This past weekend, my dad drove to the big city, picked up a hitchhiker on the way, and joined the Husband in the attic with a roll of wire and whatever other tools one uses to run electrical.
I puttered around in the garden.
We are still nicely on track. This weekend, together, they got the existing electrical re-run, so the existing wires were run through the floor joists instead of on top of them. They also had to move an existing switch off the wall we’re planning on taking down.
The hardest parts of the job are slowly getting finished. We can look around now and say, “Ah, subfloor will be down in just two weeks. And, once the subfloor is down? Is only a matter of a little drywall. We’re almost done.”