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Monday, May 22 2023

location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, NY

At the end of a rather low-ambition workday, I thought it would be good to make my usual spaghetti dinner, which features a pot of noodles cooked with some brassica (in this case broccoli) and frying pan of vegan protein (in this case tofu) with onions and mushrooms. For some reason Gretchen has been using lots of partial boxes of spaghetti that I wanted to combine together to make a big ass colander of noodles. The problem was that they had different cook-times. And just before I needed the brain power to calculate which partial box of spaghetti to start cooking first, Gretchen came home from the bookstore. I don't know how other people are, but I noticed that when I am socializing, the cognitive effort necessary is such that I can't really do anything else of any complexity. So sure enough, I added the partial spaghetti with the shortest cook time to the pot of boiling water. Gretchen had a solution though, once she realized I'd made this mistake: just wait the right amount of time and add angelhair pasta. That idea saved the whole meal.

This evening as I was picking at the skin around the now-23-day-old hot-copper-pipe stabbing injury on my right pinkie, I realized that it had improved enormously in the past couple days. What had been discolored flesh on the side of the "valley" of the injury (where the skin on either side had been cleaved) now looked just like regular skin, and the swelling had gone down. There's a mouth-shaped patch of touch fibrous wound-covered material over the center of the injury, but it's only about 3/8 of an inch long and 1/8 of an inch wide, and if there is any long-term scarring, that will probably be the only place with it. That's much better than I'd initially thought; I'd been thinking I would have a half-inch-wide crescent branded on the side of my right pinkie for the rest of my life (which, let's be honest, would be kind of cool).

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