Benched

Last week I smashed my finger in a file cabinet. Not just any file cabinet, this is one of the big ones – four feet wide and five feet tall; by this time of year the drawers must weigh a hundred pounds each. And one of those drawers was hungry for something meatier than paper. I filed something and closed the drawer, and it closed faster than I anticipated and, well, my pinkie finger got munched with the full force of several cases of printer paper encased in steel. I’ve got a lovely bruise along the nail, bruising on the pad of my finger, and two rather deep gouges on the knuckle where the cabinet ate some flesh. It is healing, but pinkie fingers are surprisingly useful and I’m finding many things difficult to manage with it bandaged up.

Like typing. I learned to type “for real” and so I use all ten digits. There is a lot of correcting going on right now.

And knitting. I tension my yarn with my pinkie finger, and it doesn’t bend all the way yet so the knitting is on hold. I was able to crochet a row on my scrap blanket, but it was very slow and uncomfortable. *sigh*

So, I’ve been reading. I’m working my way through Neil Patrick Harris’ “Choose Your Own Adventure” autobiography (actually, I already read through it once, but I missed the bits about magic so I’m going back through.)

About wonkydonkey

You want random? You got it. Mostly knitting and gardening, with some home improvements, pets, baking, family, and the occasional bad joke thrown in for good measure.
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