I tried many times to photograph my thumb. It is now a very lovely shade of indigo blue and rather large. But that is the thumb on my right hand and I cannot seem to do anything without it. My left thumb is in training but this will be a process. I shut my right thumb in the car door and no I do not know how I managed that but the blueness proves I nailed it. I had no idea how desperately I need that thumb, no clay work goin on here, no lino cuts, no fun things, I could go on but will spare you the list and the risk of enlarging my pain body by moaning on. So instead I give you a lovely pic of Pinkie, one of my roommates. I cannot call him “my cat” because as you can tell by the photo he is clearly his own cat. We live together with louie, the brains of the operation.
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Ouch!
Nice to see sweet Pinkie’s face 🙂