Well one of them anyway, after smoking, drinking, using bad words and ending sentences with prepositions. It's not putting things away. (Just kidding. I don't really use bad words...or smoke.)
Everything interchanged pretty easily, except I had to drill 3 holes in the white metal to attach the ballast. That's some strong stuff! None of my drill bits would do more than scratch it, so I had to use the masonry bit. I'll bet that's a big no-no, like using pinking shears to cut cardboard, or using a chisel as a screwdriver. Shh! - I won't tell if you don't tell.
I was so freakin' proud that it actually worked that I stacked up the tools on the lower tray and decided to call it a night. That's why my house looks like a freakin' mess! If the project isn't done done, I'll leave everything out. I'm going to get to the other light in the next few weeks, so the tools can stay here. The sewing machine is on the dining room table because that will ensure I don't forget to finish some pillows I started 2 weeks ago. Etc, etc, etc. I think I'm being efficient, but then I'm surprised when my place looks like there's 24 projects going on at once!
Oh well. Enough of the beating up. I'm going to pat myself on the back for a job well done and then relax. If I had half a brain I'd relax Friday evening and part of Saturday, too. I doubt I'll be able to do that.
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