But I Digress | My Hand Hurts, Blogger to Blame

So much has happened since we last spoke. So much that - just this once - I might have to be brief.

Yes, yes. I know: what a turn-up for the books!

For starters, then, blogger.com was dead for a day, during which time one could actually hear the self-satisfied smirks of WordPress devotees the world over. You didn't even have to listen closely to pick out the sounds...

But as of now, Blogger is - thank the dead - back. That is, pretty much. Some of the posts I had scheduled to go live during the downtime - not to mention most of the comments made on articles from this past week - seem to have made good on a daring escape attempt into the wild blue yonder.

And you know what? I might as well wish them happy travels. Because there's bigger news.

Well, bigger news for me. See, I've sliced the hell out of my hand.

Not by design, I hasten to add. Least, I hope it wasn't; certainly I didn't come upon this great gash according to the machinations of one or another of my deeply dastardly plans - which are legion, needless to say.

But before a thorough investigation can be made into the particular circumstances surrounding this attack against all that is Scottish, for simplicity's sake, we're going to say I had myself something of an accident. Involving a broken Pyrex dish and my right hand. Involving a broken Pyrex dish in my right hand.

Long story short, it hurts to type.

It also hurts to play video games, or hold a book the way I usually do, or button up my jeans. It hurts to carry my morning coffee through to the computer, and writing silly notes to my better half on the message board on the kitchen wall is quite out of the question, I'm afraid. By the great Google, it hurts!

Anyway, updates might be a bit thin on the ground, going forward. For one thing there won't be an edition of The BoSS on the blog tomorrow, as per the usual schedule, and I don't have a great deal of here's-one-I-made-earlier posts either... though of course you can have whatever there is in the vault.

And I'll keep tap-tapping away at the reviews I've been working on of late while I'm out for the count - which shouldn't be for too long, in truth - however I imagine my progress will be painfully slow... that is if the time it's taken me to get this paltry status update together is anything to judge by. We'll see, I suppose.

Meantime, I've remembered how much I adored the album Shooter Jennings did with Stephen King, and that's going to be the soundtrack to whatever meagre feats I might achieve today. Perhaps even some reading.

So. I'll be absent for a little while. Just heed this one warning, please: while I'm away, whatever you do, don't feed the animals.

Chocolate watches to everyone who caught that reference, incidentally. To claim your prizes, send stamped, addressed envelopes marked "The Heirophant and I" to...

*faints conveniently*