Just a little before the Solstice, even.
The fella fixed the light switch in the bedroom. We had slowly gotten to the point where you had to flip it several times to get the light to come on. Sometimes it would stay on for a while and then plunge you into darkness. Sometimes if simply wouldn't come on.
The fella replaced the switch, only shocking himself once, and left a note, asking who my electric sugar bear is, attached to the new one.
He is a good fella, and we are glad to have him around, especially since the Balabusta has not the faintest idea how to fix electrical things.
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