So strange.

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My finger is healing well.  It is no longer three times it's normal size, but it's still a good double the size.  The purple part has faded but the red bloom at the end is still in solid form.  The black mark down the center of the nail has remained constant to date.  As for pain, there hasn't been more.  I type with it, but somewhat gingerly, just in case.  It sort of feels like that waking body part 'pins and needles' when I use it, more so if it use it a bit heavily.  I think I got, for the most part, off very luckily.

I turned up the heat, really high, through "yesterday".  I thought it would help me get to things.  I looks like, between the bit of snow I did, the finger, the lasting deeper cold, and some other such, I simply wasn't able to get going.  It was a good day off though, I won't complain.  I want to get back to it, but if my body isn't ready...  And I enjoyed just mopping up rest in warmth.  I can't even quite get to pushing, or even looking for, windows of opportunity.  I am probably going to heat the place up again today.  Even if I am not pushing, I am hoping that warmth will... open something up.

I have no idea when I went to sleep, or even when I woke.  I've been awake, maybe, an hour or two?  Ugh.  Whatever.  Later.