It is a wet and cold night: standard October fare.
I take it as though I ordered it personally. "Please. The cold and wet. Yes, the October. Do you have that in orange, by chance? Oh, good. Next day air? Excellent. Thank you."
I am a satisfied customer.
My finger is healing well. (I feel obligated to let you know. Especially if you took a good look at it on the way in.)
It still looks horrible, but the pain is getting dull, and I expect that it will feel mostly normal by next week. As for what it will look like...
I'm tired, as I should be with less light.
But I'm not unhappy.
And I'm trying not to think about it too much.
