Tonight I am thankful that most days I have two working hands & ten useful fingers. After burning my finger on a very hot pot tonight, I am left typing one-handed, as my finger cannot go more than about 5 to 10 seconds outside of cool water or a cool surface without some pretty impressive pain for such little injured surface area. (A word of advice: when you take a pot out of the oven, do not grab the handle one minute later, because then you will have to eat your dinner like a wild beast because your boyfriend will declare, after failing to properly cut chicken from the bone, “Well, I guess we know who’ll be cutting our son’s food for him.” But you’ll love him for trying, so at least there’s that.)
As a writer, and as a NaNoWriMo participant who was hoping for a 2 or 3k night, this is pretty big downer. But the silver lining is that I know my hand will be back in action tomorrow. Not everyone is that lucky. And if people like Jean-Dominique Bauby can manage ro write entire novels with far fewer than nine fingers at their disposal, then I really have little to complain about and much to be thankful for.