Today I’ve been struggling with things I want in my new house. I work for an electrician and am obsessed with our wattstoppers. These are devices that turn off the lights when a room is empty and turn the lights on when someone enters. I love these suckers, they make me feel like God. In fact, some mornings I enter the copy room and boom (silently in my head) “out of the darkness I create: light!” a little wave of my hand and ta da: light!
Stop staring at me like that, this is what I am like before coffee.
But am I seriously too lazy to turn on and off my own lights at home? Sometimes. I can also blame my brother who bought and installed a remote controlled fan at my parents house. Dude could turn on a dozen different electronic devices in his room without leaving bed in the morning. But King Tut I am not.
I suppose I could stand to turn on my own lights, make my own coffee and (gasp!) do my own dishes. Besides, there’s always the wattstoppers at work to make me feel powerful.