I bought a brand new 20 ounce red Craftsman hammer. It cost $10. It is not too short, and not too long. Its handle is composite, with a metal core. It is heavy and compact. You can grab it in the middle and still pound in 16 guage framing nails without much trouble. My shiny red hammer is how I interact with the world. My hammer feels like a part of me, resting in my tool belt, its weight against my leg, then up into my grip, down onto a nail, and back safe home. Yesterday, when I didn't have a hammer, I felt useless and alone. Today, I bought the hammer and then used it all day. Now I feel okay. In the least, exhaustion has replaced misery.