Ow. Various parts of me are not happy with yesterday's crawling around in the attic space trying to balance on the ceiling joists (16 inches apart) and go over and under various obstacles. Still I can only imagine how sore my dad must being having done the same thing, since he's 65 years old and about 260 pounds whereas I'm 27 and about 130. And actually we didn't accomplish what we meant to accomplish because he wasn't physically capable, in the end, of reaching the place where the electrical work needed to be done. So instead we're going to cut a hole in the dining room ceiling to get at that improper splice and put it in a box, so that the insulators can come and blow in their newspaper and it won't risk an electrical fire.
Insulation is a good thing.
Insulation is a good thing.