Okay. One positive thing is I got some of the unlabeled breakers labeled.

I can't get right up to the box (it's between the washer and dryer and they're at right angles to each other with about 6 inches in between) unless I move the litter box and wedge myself in. I've been punches the breaker buttons with Tom's cane.

I already had the main (top) and the four big bottom ones (Jenn-Air, stove, pump and well, and dryer) labeled. The water heater is in a separate box. I started labeling things out of sheer frustration when Tom started losing his eyesight. I'm going to wedge myself in there and see if I can read the antique labels that are on a couple of the breakers. The writing may actually be worn off.

I HAD the hall lights off (those are the ones on the faulty switch), but then the living room lights went off. I don't know which switch because it was at that point that Tom realized he couldn't see if the lights went off, so he couldn't whistle -- so I had to run out there each time I pushed a breaker to see what it did.

The good news is I managed to get the kitchen, living room, laundry room, and the outlet that the computer's UPS is plugged into turned back on.

The bad news is now the damned hall lights are still on and I've been through ALL the breakers.

I'm not really in the mood for supper, but I suppose I should heat up the lovely spanakopita that a friend made for us yesterday (and chop up some tomatoes and onion for a salad).

I think Tom and his first wife split up over building the house. You know what? I can well understand it...

I love him, I love him, I love him...but I think he thought he was going to be 35 forever.

Linn