As in the time of Franklin

Tomorrow something monumental will happen in my home.

I will have, before noon, a reasonable electrical outlet in my bathroom. To me, it’s almost like the discovery of electricity itself.

Since 1964, the occupants of this residence have resorted to extreme measures to use a blow dryer, curling iron or radio.

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The only outlet, in the light fixture above the mirror.

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The cord, strewn across the mirror.

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The sad outlet, hanging near the grotesque bathroom floor.

This is something that should’ve happened before I even moved in. It was listed in the conditions under which I would buy my home. But somehow, it was too difficult to get this done.

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