I replaced 20 electrical sockets. Each and every socket in the house was bad, bad, bad, and more bad.
I followed that up with mowing the lawn and cleaning up my workspace. The, it was closet painting time. Three closets painted.
Finally, I sorted through the dead shed pile. I found my missing socket 5/8-ths, too. It was in the debris.
That doesn't sound like much, but it took all day. I read the girl down tonight. She's very glommish.