When I was a child, my paternal grandmother called me Grace. This was due to my profound skill as a clutz.
Last night while cooking another delicious Indian meal, I sliced off half of my right index finger nail, including some of the nailbed. Needless to say, I'm typing one finger down today, which is quite the challenge.
I haven't posted lately because I'm feeling very guilty that I haven't completed the last chapters in my textbook. They are going painfully slow. I figure if I'm not getting that writing done, I shouldn't be doing other writing either.
So now, I'm two Indian meals behind and I still want to write this great piece about Mormons. But, I have to write chapter 14 first, and maybe let my finger heal a while.
Happy Monday. Happy April. Here's to your health, and the health of all of your fingers!
