My Eyes, They Explode
I spent most of the day fitting nearly everything on this table into the small black box in its center. Of course, any significant build-a-thing project must be accompanied by a decent bottle of wine, and so: although the work proceeded apace, at the thin end of the evening I had basically assembled a small squid-like object composed of wires, 
switches, and a pair of 2.5mm plugs which immediately flew out the window in pursuit of the Nebuchadnezzar. 
I had also installed a half-dozen switches in the box, drilled the anchor points for the DC-DC converter, the cellular amplifier, and the charge controller, and replaced the fragile glass-tube style fuse on the converter's input line with a tough and manly automotive spade-style fuse. But the bulk of the black box consists of various lengths of 16-gauge wire with spade terminals on one end and quarter-inch female disconnects on the other...almost 60 of them. Each one individually measured, snipped, crimped, and fit to a switch or a #6 terminal stud. Focused, repetitive work.
Which is why there's wine!
