I don't know what it is about Sundays, lately.
A month ago, I was en route to church and managed to fall over a portion of The Wall on Franklin Street. Not only did it embarass the hell out of me but it left me with the bloodied and bruised shins of a parochial school field hockey player.
So, a week ago Sunday (and oddly coincidently en route to church...hmmm...) I got my fingers closed in the door of our X-Terra.
Needless to say, typing has been a bitch and I have been rather lazy about updating this blog. But the wounded digits are returning to normal and I've disguised their appearance with three layers of bronzey lacquer so they don't look TOO alarming as my fingers flash across the keyboard.