As my Mom says

“If it’s longer than an inch” it’ll need some stitches. In this case 5.

I was bringing in a tool and cutting along under the eve, between the drip line and the front of the Borch. Hit the (only recently installed) bracket for the game camera…

Didn’t loose consciousness, pressure and cold (snow) on it, but after a half hour, I heard Mom’s medical wisdom and drove myself to the ER in Machias.

I’ll be deciding if the bracket stays tomorrow, or create something around it, a guard of sorts.

I’m upta camp because I got fired Monday at work. An avalanche of small things added up, I wasn’t afforded an opportunity to prove my intentions. I’m shocked, saddened, deeply disappointed that no one mentioned any of the little things until it reached a critical mass. Folks have extreme boundaries these days, and I’m annoyed with myself for not realizing and respecting that.

It’s true I wasn’t very happy there, so I’m punting, have a lead already, might be moving back to Wesley. Keep you posted!