Some days the rat, some days the cheese

This day, I am the rat, skittering along duct and pipe, under and over, to my cheese, the orange safety covers on my newly installed sprinklers. The floor below a mere 14' down, but enough for a bussle of activity from other trades, never knowing what crawls above. The world looks much different from here, backwards almost. I am forever seeing things from below, I know precisely where I am when I look up. Here in the world of duct, pipe, and forests of hangers for said duct and pipe, I lose sense of location, all my visual cues and landmarks are irrelevant. I hope no one moves my ladder



Oops. Did not notice that this was my 200th