A Tale of Two Fingers

T.S. Eliot once wrote that April was the cruelest month, but for me it has been this last December. No sooner do I finally feel better after recovering from a nasty cold that lasted two weeks, then I go for a bike ride and end up in the pavement. Worst of all, I may have broken two fingers -- the index and middle of my right (dominant) hand. Needless to say, even typing this entry is difficult.