If it's not one thing, it's another. Why is it that the most simple things turn into major situations? I never expected my secret project to become such a pain in the patoot. I'd thought in the beginning that hand tools would be enough. They weren't. The vise that was necessary was gone from the shop. I had to wait until Clay brought and installed the new one. Worked like a charm yesterday and made the job so much easier! Then I needed to drill some holes. Planning ahead, I'd recharged the battery on the Makita drill. The bit in the drill was the wrong size for my project. The Makita has a twist function; no chuck needed to change the bit. Stronger hands than mine had put in the last bit and it took awhile and all my strength to finally get the sucker to let go. New bit in place, I started drilling. Or not. What I'd thought (hoped) was a metal-cutting bit turned out not to be. For the uninformed, I can say with authority that a wood bit will not drill through metal. The resulting cute little dimple created was not what I wanted. Bess and I zipped down to Mt. Aukum where I purchased two titanium drill bits of the right size; one for insurance, and besides, if one will do, two is better, ask Steve. I'm still trying to figure out why there was only one vise in the shop. I mean, there were five air compressors and literally hundreds of screwdrivers and dozens of socket sets. But I digress. By the time we got back home, it was too late to try out the new bit(s). Tomorrow (today) is another day.