The Smoking Drill

I got back to shop-work for the first time in about twelve days today. Dad had me drilling holes in the studs for future electrical workings. Even with such a powerful drill, it was not easy. Especially when I had to do things like drill through three 2 x 4s in a very awkward position under a workbench. After I pulled the drill out of my holes, the end of the bit was often smoking. On one particularly difficult hole, the stud itself started smoking, and fortunately I got through in the nick of time, or the thing might've caught fire.

After a couple hours of that, Dad said we were going to go make a casket delivery, so we drove up to a funeral home on north Main street in the "Casketmobile". I decided not to go back to work upon our return home, since I am rather tired, hungry, and probably not to be trusted with a drill at the moment.

I am now contemplating trying to get the sawdust out of my hair, and realizing that I've been getting sawdust on the keyboard whilst typing this. Lovely.