Oh, lord, this would be a good day to have someone help me. My right shoulder has been giving me heck for a while, which is bad because my left shoulder pretty much always hurts. The cold has sunk into my bones, and I need to tether the sheep out before he gets even more nuts, which is a task that involves all sorts of failure-points for messing up my right side. Instead, I've found out my hired hand has a chance at a real 40-hour-a-week position, which I wish her to get with all my heart, but then I get to start looking for a non-crazy helper with a driver's license again.
I've got a stove again, finally, much much less hassle and hand-holding than Sears requires and less griping about my driveway.
It looks as if Ariloveschickens' shed hasn't been rewired in living memory: all knob and tube, and nothing that would pass any kind of inspection. I have my way of dealing with those things but I also have an outside outlet, so that's no good.