I am fucking broken

Yeah, all right, so a couple things happened in quick succession. First off, last Friday (the 2nd) I quit my job. This rules, and I've been looking forward to it for more than a year. I'm going on Ruth's health insurance, I'm planning to take about a year off, and I've got SO many things I want to do. But I will be doing a greatly reduced set of those things at first, because I 🌻 fucking broke my right pinkie finger 🌻 on Sunday, by falling on it on a trail run. (By the way, I have fallen and eaten shit on a trail SO many times before, to much less effect... and this time I had NO other skin injuries or bruising, which is, ah, anomalous. What happened??*) I managed to get in to a specialist Weds and got my bone re-set, and was then installed into this thing: Also, you shouldn't click this, but here's the unsplinted hand on Monday if you're dying to see something mildly bad. And since I can't think of a better place in the post to mention it, I'll note here that this, at age 44, is…