Maybe you could let your life hang around with those nice other lives. He might learn a thing or two.
Life is much better now that I'm not getting stuck in the attic anymore. Nothing says claustrophobia like a cramped, dusty attic and a beam under one's ribs keeping one from either wriggling back out or taking a full breath.
But we successfully ran the wires, so I plan on not getting stuck up there again any time soon. I hope.