And tonight I've cut both hand badly with broken pitcher so I'm typing this with the left, less-injured hand. I had sat quietly, healing, for a couple of hours, then went to the desk for a brief minute and looked down to see a fresh pool of blood all over the desk and big splotches on the white Berber carpet, too. Greeat.

So, I'll have to do more catch-up later when I'm more able.