So it's three a.m. on Thursday and I am sipping some iced lemon/lime water pretending that I don't have insomnia, and half the eastern sky lights up in a flash. About a minute or so later, I hear the low rumble and feel the subsonics of the thunder.

Something in me instantly decides that very moment is when I need to open the box and let out my new Leatherman Charge and learn it's mysteries. Yes, I got the extra bits and the extender.

It actually did start with me lighting a candle on my desk, which isn't usually one of my altars, but it is where I do much of my fine tool work.

Part of this is really a guy thing, you have to have and use tools. Part of it is the whole utility belt envy I have going. Part of it is the calming ritual I have using tools.

Of course this gave me an excuse to breakout my stepdad's old tool box and start cleaning it up. The front has pull out drawers and it can live on top of a utility cart I have next to my desk. If I put my small hand tools in it, along with the items for my three tool pouches, I should just about be good. Taking bits out, packing them, attaching them where it will be handy. And after a job well done, reversing. Yep, that should hold me.

At least until the tools start calling my name again.

By now of course you may know what's happened. I've used all the various tools set in the Charge, changed all the bits and used both sides of each, checked to see if the bits can be used in my multibit screwdriver (they can, which expands THAT tools usefulness) and just generally run around the house taking things apart and putting them back together. Part of this is because, hey, it's there and I can, and part of this is because I am getting my hands and fingers used to working with this tool.

My plan is at the end of each week, I'll empty my #2 tool pouch (formerly #1) which lives in my computer case and my #3 tool pouch (formerly #2) which lives on my belt most days. I'll have the tools to set up for #1 for special purposes, but it will have the Leatherman Charge and a mini Mag-Lite at it's core.

Part of all this messing with tools is to try to channel some of the depression orgone into something that I really enjoy. So yes, there is even a pagan-related purpose here.

Or at least a technopagan one…