Sixteen inches

My week off wasn't originally going to involve a home improvement project.  But with the lapse between shows and the frustration I regularly spew at the space that is suppose to be my work room...well...no time like the present.

Monday we bought the bracing, brackets, shelving and counter tops.  The project itself was really no more challenging than screwing the shelf braces into the wall at 16 or 24 inch intervals.  I suspecting the finding of the corner, floor and walls under mountain of chaos that was previous projects would be the challenge.

Well, I found the corner in about three hours.  Unloaded a box of books and three bags of trash in the process.

Finding the studs in  the wall should be easy, right?  In all truth, I only needed one or two braces per wall anchored to a stud.  Not that much weight was going to be supported by the shelves.  Knocking on the wall yielded no change in sound.  And with the drill on its last leg, it was too hard to tell in I hit wood or not on the few pilot holes I tried.  That and our dry wall seems excessively thick and uneven. 

So wait til morning, head to Home Depot.  Buy stud finder.  Get home.

No battery.

Walk to gas station, get battery.  Use stud finder...

Stud finder is either on crack or our house is not build to any known code or regulation.  Sixteen inch intervals my ass.  I think I found one stud.  Maybe two.  After an hour more of putzing with that cheap beeping tool, I've had enough and am eager to just dive in.

Only the battery for the drill...the new one Ross picked up because our old one was barely holding a charge.  The new one that was fully charged and ready to go after sitting on the charger last night?  Yeah.  Ross bought a 12v for our 18v drill.

So onto the charger our old battery goes, in the hopes it'll retain some semblance of a charge this time.

And its only 9am.

And yes, that is a beer in my hand...