After Mom and Dad left I put in another couple of rows, and managed to damage myself pretty well:
If that doesn't look sufficiently painful, let me tell you that the camera and lighting don't do the massive blood blister justice. This is what happens when I'm using a hammer and I look somewhere else to check a gap. I didn't say nice things and I had to pause to put something cold on my wound. The only thing I could find was a bag of frozen cranberries. Those probably ought to be tossed before next Thanksgiving...
Tomorrow I plan to start up the table saw at about 8am. That ought to please the neighbors!