Curse you. And curse your impossible to get to fan location. And curse your roofing nail proximity to the skin on my back – good thing my Tetanus shots are up to date. And curse your impossibly hot Okanagan attic heat. And curse the vent ducting that couldn’t stay in one piece. And curse the vent duct insulation that cannot be installed over the duct by mortals. And curse they fact that I didn’t notice you could buy the two already assembled. Darn it all to heck. And curse losing tools in the blown insulation. And curse the itchy insulation. And curse the surgical gloves that kept ripping. And curse the mask that refused to seal against my face. And curse the hose clamp that I forgot to attach to the roof truss before attaching the vent. And curse the duct tape that stuck to everything but where it needed to go. Curse you, bathroom fan vent, curse you. You make me sad.
