I committed a cardinal sin of cooking this weekend.
While slicing potatoes on the mandolin slicer, I sliced both my thumb and my middle finger. It is totally my fault. I wasn't using the hand guard because I just couldn't find it. Once I'd stopped the bleeding, thrown out the ruined potatoes and bandaged my finger, you can bet I dug around until I found the hand guard.
Now, I'm struggling to type with a wounded middle finger. Great time to try to make a renewed effort to write more...
Ah, well...a week from now it won't hurt to type. I hope.