This is my bedroom ceiling fan. It's what I stare at every morning to start my day. Stare at it for too long, contemplate it too much and it starts looking a little sad and confused.
The contractor was too hasty when he reinstalled it after completing renovations: one blade is crooked, he couldn't find the light cover and the thing buzzes like it's prepared for take-off when it's turned on.
But, it works. [continue reading]