Do you remember how my cordless drill didn't work? Do you also remember how everyone asked me if I had charged the battery?
Do you remember how I said that I'm not an idiot and of course I charged the battery? And how I had even tried another battery?
Today I decided to work on building a new composter. The old one had been moved a couple of times and was falling apart. A few weeks ago, I painted some boards that I had sitting around the house.
Then it rained for two weeks. Today, however, it was nice out.
I knew the drill wasn't working, but I decided to plug in the battery just to be sure.
I then went outside, screwed the composter together by hand, then came inside to get screening (for the parts that won't be covered by wood).
(Last year, I bought more screening for the back door because I couldn't find the stuff I originally had. Today I found the original box of screening ... underneath the second box. I'm forgetful and blind but consistent.)
Anyway, I took the partially charged battery, put it in the drill, and ... the drill works.
I also tidied parts of the workbench in an attempt to find the staples for my staple gun.
It turns out they were on a chair. (Believe me, cleaning and organizing that room is on the list of things I need to do.)
In other news, I went to the doctor about my foot today. It's a rest/ice/anti-inflamatory thing. I'll have to skip the gym (and boxing) this week and next week, but hopefully it will recover soon.
16 hours ago