So the Siftin' Industries HQ is moving to a new location tomorrow, and that means we're down to the last bit of packing and disassembling.
In fact, this is the last thing I'm doing before packing up the laptop, so nothing important better happen between now and tomorrow, 'cuz I don't want to waste even more packing tape.
Anyway, one of my disassembly projects is our bed. We got it from IKEA back in the Mesozoic Era, and it's made a number of moves right along with us, including one time we thought we'd save time and NOT take it apart--just load the frame on the moving truck and pack around it.
I like to think those scratches and scuff marks give the bed some character, but I digress.
I almost wasn't able to take it apart because my main toolkit is at the new place, while the dregs are here with us. And every hex key in that motley assemblage of rarely used tools is for something OTHER than our bed, as it turns out.
Fortunately, my wife remembered that the torque on our electric drill/screwdriver is adjustable, so I cranked it up to 11 (metaphorically speaking), and got that wedged hex bolt out.
Actually, I'm not sure that the little screw thingy is actually called a hex bolt. I'm pretty sure that's the phrase used to refer to the Scarlet Witch's power in The Avengers, but I think you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, I'll do my best to be back tomorrow, but I have to drive a ginormous U-Haul truck with like negative suspension over the Altamont Pass and try not to get bumped through the roof of the cab. Oh, and it's a stick, too. I haven't driven a stick since, well, probably since the last time I had to drive a giant U-Haul truck.
Wish me luck.
