Tools, everywhere, but not THAT one.

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Ouch.  I can get a headache when looking for something.  Tools are some of the worst.  When I am looking for a specific tool it is for a purpose.  So it isn't just finding the item, but also that the search is holding up my project.  Searches are worse when I am on the edge of function.  Every second not only delays the project but burns fumes I can't spare or replace easily.  Gah!  I got a really good headache going.  A handful of anicin should manage it though.

Most of my tools are in pretty good order.  I can find a wrench, screwdriver, several various saws, a hammer or mallet, sockets, and probably thirty or forty other things right now.  They aren't, all, perfectly ordered.  But they are in a general place, and memory serves.  It's the rare items, of middling size or which can be covered or back in corners or such, that give me heartburn.  In this case it was the greasegun and silicone calking.  They were together, I was almost sure.  But where they were...  I haven't seen them since I bought them, at least a year ago.  I think two years ago.  I didn't even have a project in progress when I bought them, if I did have a toilet replacement in mind, possibly two.  Or maybe just a general notion that bathroom work was in the offing.  I need to sit and rest a bit, catch my breath.  Oh, and take some anicin. 

The goal for today is to dry out and remove the toilet, and the wooden kickplate behind it.  But before I remove the toilet, pencil a line around it, then calk two beads under where the stool will sit, replacing all but the wood kickplate.  I need to replace that.  If I can get that done, I then plan to tinker with the kitchen faucet, with the new piece that I found.  If I still have time, and energy, the next plan is to sand the workbench.  The thing is, I need to get the trash collected, out, and then the bin to the curb.  Perhaps recycling too.  I'll find out whether recycling is this or next week, though I think it is next Monday.  Something about the sounds last Monday make me think the recycling truck was running then.

Yeah, something has me jazzed.  It hits in spurts, I run until stamina dies, and then I rest until strength returns for another sprint.  I honestly hate sprints, but if it's all I've got, with as much as I need to do, I'll take it.  Later.