So, here’s the thing…
I got home late last night and tore into a delivery tin of leftover savory crepe. Which is to say that it tore into me.
The tin sliced straight across the tip of my left ring finger. The fingertip then exploded in blood, as fingertips are wont to do. When I woke up this morning, bitch was still bleeding and highly sensitive to pressure.
This blows on multiple levels.
I’m left-handed. I’m a secretary. I’ve a weekly blog to type.
I’m typing this with nine fingers, and it is extremely cumbersome. As I type, my stomach turns staring at the four pages of typing I had awaiting me on my desk this morning. Four pages this secretary would otherwise knock out in minutes. Ugh.
You see where this is going, I’m sure.
I just can’t whip up a proper blog today. I do so apologize.
But tune in next Friday! Barring further finger carnage, you will finally get what is now Musing #20: Guam Belongs to Scott (or, My Peculiar Upbringing).
Until then, “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!”