Finally gave up the fight for a decent night's sleep. I'm normally a good sleeper but, since my tablesaw accident, hand pain tends to keep me awake.
Fortunately, I had my hammock hung in the yard and had left out my winter underclothes. So here I am, enjoying a quiet hang in the dark, under a clear sky, and reading HF. Not a bad way to start my 50th birthday. I even brewed a coffee to enjoy from the hammock.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Please think of something to be thankful for today--even if it's just your hammock.
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