for anybody, who will undergo hand surgery in the future.  a good tip is:
old socks are much easier to put on with one hand.  the elastic is stretched
just enough that you won't feel like you should paint a target on the wall
and keep score.  new socks actually shoot across the room off your toes,
just when you think you "almost have it" over your toes.  an old sock just
collapses, laughing, as it kind of slithers from your grasp to the floor.

i think i need a hug, cuz i'm wimpy this morning and my cats aren't in the
mood to give me one.  they're actually annoyed that i can't open their zip
lock snackies.  mugs keeps looking at me like, "go get a pair of scissors,
for pete's sake!  don't worry about fresh.  just empty the bag.  you know i
won't leave anything to get stale.  besides, the magic treat can will keep
having more goodies kittens, like it always does."

my right hand is vociferously objecting to doing all the work in its
marriage arrangement with my left hand.  i think my right hand thinks it
never swore to "for better or worse".   truth is, my right hand is still
probably doing far less than my left had been doing pre-injury, cuz i'm not
doing much of anything, at all, this past week and i think i'm doing a
pretty good imitation of acting like it doesn't matter.  today is ring
finger day for typing, cuz of carpal tunnel.   anything i do makes my right
hnd grumpy, doesn't seem to matter.  can't wear my brace cuz i can't get out
of it, when i need to, without help.  that's not a good thing when no one is
home.

i think i'm, maybe, just nervous about the falkner-esque short story title,
"tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and so forth . . ."

kate