Grrr. For once, I decide on productive procrastination -- "hmmm, I don't feel like reading, so I'll work on getting my room in shape so that I can move out of the guest room." Great idea, except the mother has run down both the batteries for the cordless drill/screwdriver, without saying anything or taking the five seconds to plug in the charger. Bill to the rescue! He's bringing over his screwdriver. With any luck it'll work.