52/28: Wound/Wound

There's a little cut, or perhaps it's just a split in the skin from exposure to detergents, on the tip of my right index finger, and it's making keyboard use a real nightmare. Plus I might have burned it a bit while frying potatoes recently. That's what I did to my left hand fingers a couple of weeks ago, and it was very unpleasant. Anyway, I don't want to be poking these keys for very long, which means I'll copy and paste something old for Sunday Verse, and I'll want to be taking a nap shortly, because the ten or eleven hours I slept out of the last twenty-four just wasn't enough. I'm running down like a clock, which is odd because my muscles are as tight as a fully wound spring. I need to relax.


( Sunday Verse )