The plan for today was to build a couple of drawer boxes for my kitchen. I estimated that I could get the boxes built and the first coat of finish applied.
I had just spent the last 3 days out of town dealing with family issues related to elderly parents. It was a stressful and frustrating few days and I was looking forward to forgetting the trip and making some sawdust.
I woke up late, I had trouble putting together my cut list and SWMBO wanted the details about the trip. In a matter of minutes I was raising my voice, I was bitching about other family members and I was seriously pissed at the world. I stormed down to the shop, flipped on the lights, took one look at the table saw and said to myself "Don't be an friggin' idiot."
I walked out of the shop, grabbed my earbuds, chose my Piano Music station on Pandora (no words, just music) and took the 2 mile walk down to the lake. I got there just in time to enjoy this:
With my mind calmed, I walked back home, headed down to the shop and got to work. Instead of two assembled drawers with a coat of finish, I have two ready-to-be-assembled drawers, but more importantly, I still have all
10 fingers.