Not this time.  One welding ember down slipped past gloves and down a shirt sleeve.  It wasn't bad, but I have such limited time and dislike spending 15 minutes on one nut like I did 10 years ago.

While yet a little distance from the forge, moody Ahab paused; till at last, Perth, withdrawing his iron from the fire, began hammering it upon the anvil—the red mass sending off the sparks in thick hovering flights, some of which flew close to Ahab.

‘Are these thy Mother Carey’s chickens, Perth? they are always flying in thy wake; birds of good omen, too, but not to all;—look here, they burn; but thou—thou liv’st among them without a scorch.’

‘Because I am scorched all over, Captain Ahab,’ answered Perth, resting for a moment on his hammer; ‘I am past scorching; not easily canst thou scorch a scar.

Herman Melville, Moby-Di ck or,The Whale

Edited September 21, 20178 yr by 1 Lucky Texan

Haaaa! Nice hit!