Actually, you shouldn't really feel sorry for me, partly because the accident really isn't all that bad and partly because it was kind of stupid on my part. OK, it was really stupid on my part. I cut my finger on a router. I had run a piece of wood through it and switched it off, but it hadn't stopped spinning. I caught my finger in it, and it sliced up my finger pretty good. It had 15 stitches and is now almost all healed. The doctor took out my stitches today. We should have taken a picture of my middle finger all gross and stitched, but we didn't think about it at the time.
Anyhow, I couldn't type — or do much else — very competently for the past 10 days, so I haven't been blogging.
We didn't make it to that big show last Friday, but we did see Anders Osborne on Saturday night. He was really good but we had to leave early. He didn't start until close to midnight, which is about 3 hours past bedtime. The New Orleans nightlife schedule doesn't really coincide very well with this old couple's work and sleep routine.
Also from the file of "I shouldn't be telling you this, but I will," I am learning how to install cabinets and countertops this week. I am really excited about learning new skills and being able to put in the cabinets in our own little fixer-upper in Fort Collins that we are already planning on buying — unless Christine decides she can't put up with my swearing at tools, doors and other inanimate objects. My old coworkers will recognize that some things never change.
