Holiday Reflections and the year in review....
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You may be thinking, “WHAT NOW? What trouble did she possibly get into this year?” I’m sorry to report there is nothing as spectacularly dramatic as a cancer diagnosis in this year’s letter, nor are there terrorist attacks or murder trials or another failed marriage. There was not even a feline fatality. I still have a cat, I still have a boyfriend called Kevin, I still have a house in Florida, and I still have ten fingers and ten toes. Well, I almost escape unscathed. In the end of September I tripped, hit a concrete wall and split the middle bone of my right pinky down to the joint. After a heavy dose of denial in a half cast for two weeks, I had to bite the bullet, with Novocain, and have some pretty medieval-looking hardware installed so I could retain the use of my finger joint. I still have it but who knows if it will get back to being fully functional. Opening a jar makes me feel completely incompetent. I cannot indulge my OCD by wiping down the