Back to Basics

I’d spent the entire day screwing and, frankly, I was exhausted. I’d forgotten how much work it really is. In fact, I’d half forgotten how to do it, and that surprised me. Of course, it had been a decade or so since I’d last done it, and that had been with someone’s help, so I was understandably rusty.

I blame the whole sorry affair on dead batteries. If the batteries hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have wasted an entire day doing nothing but screw.

Wait—you’re thinking I’m discussing something quite rude, aren’t you?

No, this is all about having a dead battery in my cordless drill. I was working on our new house, and everything in the house needed screws: the towel bars, the library bookshelves, the new pulls