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Thursday, In the Wars

Those of you who follow this blog regularly know that I gave myself a papercut in my sleep. Without any paper present. Yesterday afternoon, I hurt myself more than a little extra.

In the act of getting the mail, I stood on a pile of cut grass that had gone rotten. Said grass slid out from underneath me. I went down like a sack of spuds and landed hand first on a concrete stair riser immediately behind me.

Firkin OW.

I tried to type after I bandaged myself up, but it was way too painful. Hence the apology on my Tumblr.

I think I was also having an episode of shock because I felt some horrible cold and needed a lot of sleep. Still, a long rest has recovered my ability to type, but not my ability to press my hand on things.

I shall be treating myself very carefully today. Let's see how many cheevs I accomplish.