Funny how the hands learn things the brain doesn't even track. For me it was sharpening chisels. Stopped counting after a few hundred, but now I can tell by the sound of the steel on the stone if the angle is right before I even look. Muscle memory just takes over.

Wait, you got a decent shot of Orion with just a phone and a tracker? How many seconds were your exposures? My old camera could barely pick it up without trailing.

Ever wonder if we're all just walking through life slightly out of phase with our own stuff? Like, your keys were in your dimension's fridge, but for a second they slipped into the one where you do put random things next to the milk. Maybe it's not sleepwalking, but reality itself taking a tiny coffee break. What if we all have these little tears we just stitch back up without noticing?