Woke up this morning, walked into the bathroom, and the light was shining! What a feeling...
The fluorescent light above the mirror broke earlier this week. I started biting down on a flashlight each time I went, and assumed it'd be just a short-term thing. We had a spare tube in storage. I worked home for the first day, flashlight nearby, and we brought in the spare later on... it didn't work. Turns out it wasn't a spare after all. It was an old one.
So another day went by. We dug up a headlamp. I placed it strategically above the mirror as to light up as much of the ceiling as possible during my cold morning shower, and kept it in the hallway for the rest of the day. After work I took a ride to the local store to buy a new tube... they were out. Tried another place. No luck there either. Too late to embark anywhere further away.
And so one more night went by! I brought in a color-shifting LED apple for the morning shower the next day, night came again and finally: we got that replacement.
I'd grown accustomed to walking into the bathroom and flicking the light switch by habit, only to remember some fraction of a second later that it didn't work, then go grab that headgear instead.
Walking in now it's suddenly surprising to see the light evenly whiting the walls. Like magic illuminating the entire room. You don't realize how special it really is, in a room without windows, to totally eradicate the darkness with widespread electrical bearing, as we do each day.
The wonder of bathroom lighting... I'll never take it for granted again.
At least maybe not for a few more mornings.