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This afternoon, while fumbling around in my backpack in search of my cellphone, I managed to slice off part of the tip of my right index finger on my razor. Yes, the razor I use for shaving. I biked in to work today, and that meant showering up and shaving after the ride-7-miles-at-38°F craziness was all over with. And that meant my razor went into the pencil pocket of the bookbag, where it remained until just before dinnertime when we had our little close encounter.

So thanks to (what feels like) about a thousand bare and very pissed-off nerve endings separated from my keyboard by (what feels like) a very thin and wholly inadequate band-aid, typing over the next few days will be minimal. Hopefully I’ll have some good stuff to post about – but please forgive me if the results are a little shorter than usual! (My index finger is too.)