I spent much of the night wiring in the sound and lights.
Wiring is a vast, sucking swamp into which one wades happily at first, only to discover three hours later that one has been muttering things under one’s breath just because the sound they make keeps one from desperately chopping off one’s fingers with the wirestrippers.
Things like, “channel-stuffing.”
Velcro-tied. (These nifty wonders come 50 to a roll – just peel ‘em off and you have reusable Velcro ties for bundling cable, strapping things to other things, hogtying children, etc. )
And my personal favorite, “butt-splice:”
I can’t see the end of the tunnel yet, but things are getting considerably brighter.