Recall drilling clear through a board and into my garage floor last summer. Set the depth wrong on a pocket hole jig and created an unexpected skylight. The sound was like grinding rocks, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. My wife called it 'rustic charm' but I had to patch concrete for days. Now I check my settings like a hawk, but doesn't every project need a little unintended personality? What is it with tools having a mind of their own?

Ever read about that 20-20-20 rule for eyes and tried it for your neck and back? I heard someone say to set a timer, and every twenty minutes you do twenty seconds of looking away and rolling your shoulders. Might be worth mixing that in with your hourly stretches.