I was coating the top of Workbench "1" (Sector 2) of the Micro Shop when I sensed trouble. I rushed to the fridge and found a serious absence of icy adult beverages... due no doubt to certain persons who shall remain nameless though they know who they are.
Now, lest anyone get the wrong impression, I do not need libations to work on projects, but there are certain points when the random forces of the universe converge in chaotic patterns resulting in boards cut one inch too short or sheared bolt heads or other situations that try men's souls. It is in these dark times, moments wheb a man has been pushed beyond all limits of reason and mortal endurance, that the mere presence of dewy bottle of the brewer's art can bring forth new hope. The simple wetting of one's lips with an alchemist's brew of hops, barley, malt and spring water can pull one back from madness' abyss.
While a more reckless man might have pushed on, I took a moment to run down to the store. The fridge, nay the universe, has been brought back into balance. Now, I can press forward, measuring once and cutting thrice, misreading labeling, dropping tools and otherwise reveling in the glory of the workshop.