Thanks Chris.
Sorry to rain on your parade.

You know, I can laugh with it. It won't grow back from crying. I sprout from a long blood line of carpenters and cabinetmakers. My grandfather missed half a pinkie (lengthwise). My uncle misses 3 digits. An uncle of my dad misses a finger. Everyone who grew up among woodworkers knows the stories and the risks. I always feared it might happen to me some day. I hoped my fear would protect me. It did. For 20 years. I was too sleep deprived to work in my wood shop that Friday night. (I wanted to quickly build a paddle strop for a friend, in case you wonder). Sleep deprivation has been an issue in my life ever since I was considered old enough to decide my own bed time. It's a matter of self-discipline. Stumpy reminds me of that now. In the end, he might save me from a heart attack.

Bart.