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This weekend we were hanging a curtain rod because the black plastic trashbags I dangled to cut the glare on my screen were deemed unacceptable from an interior design perspective.

I was struggling to drive woodscrews and and feeling wimpy and carpal-tunnel-syndrome-afflictedy, so I got out my drill to make pilot holes. Even with a 1/4 horsepower drill, it was heavy going (which made me feel better), and my 3/32" drill bit made a lot of smoke (I kept pausing to let it cool down) before it snapped clean off. I persevered with a 7/64" bit and managed to get pilot holes drilled. Driving the screws into the pilot holes was still pretty tough going and I was starting to feel bad again when I twisted the head right off one of the screws.

I don’t know when our house was built originally, but it’s clearly had a lot of major and minor modifications through the years. I’m currently wondering if the window frames were redone at the height of the Cold War. I don’t know about you, but I can sure sleep better knowing we have lintels apparently designed to withstand a nuclear attack.

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