And there goes January.
My work got kneecapped when I plunged my hand into my dishpan and impaled my right hand ring finger on a hidden knife. Bled like a stuck pig. Two days later, I still have four bandaids wrapped around the finger because it would not stop bleeding. It’s amazing how many things you do with the ring finger on your right hand. Like type. And crochet. But I am persevering. Just a lot slower than usual.
How did you work go in January, 2024?