Had a good lunchtime meeting with the builder over a biryani bowl. He mentioned that the house had passed city inspection and the meter had been "stabbed" (the electric meter pushed assuredly into its meter hole). This evening, after work (for me) and the barn (for she), we wandered out to the house and were pleasantly surprised to see lights on. Lights!
It felt like a miracle: Lights! Ultimately it's just a stabbing of a meter and a flicking of a switch, but it feels like a major milestone, like the pouring of the slab, the erecting of the frame, or the centering of the exhaust fan in the powder room.
Lights! (and a fan!)