My thumb still hurts but I think I'm going to live.
I don't know what my fingernail will look like, I might be like one of those old construction-type guys who has black marks on their nails. yuck! Paul from work seemed to think it was nifty that I practically drilled through my thumb. Like it made me cool to have a war injury.
I managed to finish the bedroom shelves project last night, but I'm not quite satisfied with the results. I'm going to let it stew for the weekend and think it through. And get started on the dozens of other projects racing through my head!
Called mom to sing her happy birthday last night. She seemed so happy. It makes me happy when she's happy.
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