I should probably tell why I’ve been absent and may continue to be for a little while. It’s best explained in photos…
Brent got me the chef’s knife of my dreams for Christmas this year. My friend Ben, the real life chef, sharpened said knife REALLY well the other day. Sharp enough to cut off a finger. Or at least the tip. Thankfully I did it the night before we were supposed to leave for 2 weeks on a trip. And I wasn’t done packing. I knew Brent wanted to spend the night in the ER anyway. It was the weekend of our 16th anniversary and perhaps I wanted to end it with a bang.
I’m on the mend, but I’m slow. I’m not my usual very efficient self. Doing life one-handed is hard. Try putting deoderant on your right armpit with your right hand. Or buttoning a shirt one-handed. Or typing. Pecking out this paragraph is taking me 30 minutes.
But, I’m putting a smile on my face and pressing on. Things could be much worse.