You know your week is not going to go well when it starts off with you being woken up at 3:30 a.m. by a bright shining light. No, not the authorities: the light in my ceiling fan that has been broken/out/not lighting since December. My first thought after being roused from a deep sleep was, “How do dead bulbs suddenly come alive?” I decided not to think about it and went back to sleep. Less than 3 hours later, I was woken again: this time by a jarring loud bark. Ah…doggie wants out. While I was up, I decided, stupidly, to unscrew the glass shade around the light and unscrew the 2 small, but bright, dead, but apparently alive, bulbs. With my bare fingers. Ouch. I am currently typing without the use of my thumb and index finger.