My right hand is still mysteriously aching, stiff, and all but useless. Painful activities include: shifting gears; writing; using a salt shaker; opening a car door; defending myself against tickling; spanking the Garfield cat (who is puzzled and disappointed that his daily allotment of ass-smacking has plummeted so dramatically). If I can't do any of that stuff, I definitely can't cut glass.

I have no idea how long this will last, but I do know I am right sick of it already. Don spent all evening playing in the basement workshop while, upstairs, I killed time that didn't want to die. It should have been both of us down there, making our respective messes of sawdust and glass shards, squabbling over power outlets and the good safety goggles. Damnit.

*whine*

Posted by Michelle on November 17, 2002 08:53 PM