Pgh Lesbian Correspondents

I can’t decide if it’s a sign of the times or simply dumb luck.

Burned the index finger of my dominant hand on the icing of a Pop-Tart fresh out of the toaster.

Ran cold water. Google “wtf do I do now.” And here I sit with my finger swathed in petroleum jelly and generic brand saran wrap.

It hurt a lot. But ibuprofen did the trick. It looks quite gross, but shows none of the ‘get thee to a doctor’ symptoms.

I just have to be patient while it heals.

Patience – perhaps that’s the lesson of the day. Won’t know anything  until polls close and then some. Can’t do more than I did. Will find ways to adapt to meet my needs. I have the tools I need on hand. Etc. Etc.

What did I do on Election Day 2024? Scooped litter boxes. Filled dry food bowls. Fed colony cats. Had therapy. Ate a sandwich. Swept some floors. Tried unsuccessfully to watch TV. Sorted mail. Blogged.

And waited … with hope, but anxiety, too.

Man I wish I had some ice cream. For me and my finger.