December 19, 2025

After twelve weeks of dithering, the city inspector showed up. The inspection was the guy sitting in the truck for about ten minutes, then getting out and looking at the electrical array from six feet away. “Just making sure they didn’t change anything,” he said. “I inspected it once, but they didn’t have the right paperwork.” The solar company’s version was that they changed requirements in the middle of the inspection in October. I deduce I was caught in the middle of a jurisdiction squabble. Bad cess to them all. The panels are still not “on,” merely cleared for one day being on. 

Loving the season, the music drifting upstairs from the kitchen. Have cookbooks out looking at cookie recipes, without any certainty that I’m actually going to bake anything. As long as I don’t call to mind the particulars of my life, I’m happy as a kid.