The lights went out in the entryway. I put in new bulbs, but that created a new problem. The new bulbs were white, and the bulbs six feet to the side were golden hued. I replaced those, too, and the future was bright.
Except for the dimmer.
The fancy new bulbs did not like it. The dimmer made funny noises and the bulbs flickered unless it was set just so. I did not have any unused bulbs that matched the original ones. I could leave a working bulb in each fixture, but that could darken the first impression of anyone to step across the threshold.
And so began the light bulb hunt.
From room to room in search of more of these.
I discovered a few more burnt out bulbs on my quest.
There was one working bulb (and one empty socket) in the basement storage.
I found three working bulbs in our bathroom. One expired as I swapped in the new ones.
Mission Accomplished. No new light switch or bulbs were purchased.
UPDATE:
Bah.
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