He's At It Again

I know, I know.

This is a blog about Sjogren's syndrome but I just can't bring myself to focus on stuff like that when stuff like THIS is going on in my house:

Remember when I said that the nice UPS man was lugging big boxes onto my porch? Now I know what was in all those heavy brown packages: the innards of my son's new router/controller for this year's Christmas light show. I find myself hiding out in the study in front of my computer nervously playing Bejeweled while I try not to pay attention to Son's ongoing commentary as he's wiring and soldering and circuit testing IN MY KITCHEN in a blissful electrical frame of mind:

Stand back! I'm going to attempt SCIENCE!
and
Famous last words: WATCH THIS! BAHAHAHAHAHA!
and
dang.........
and
.::rustle rustle rustle rustle::. Now where did that thing go.....hm.....
and -- my favorite --
.::singing with gusto::. Aaaahhhhhhhh-le-lu-ya! Aaaaaaahhhhh-le-lu-ya!

Apparently things are going well when I hear snippets of Handel's Messiah.

Stay tuned.