I hurt my left pinky finger. I don’t know if I fractured it or sprained it, and I’m not interested in getting an X-ray just to find out. Either way, all I need is a splint so Jay got me one at Walgreens and I’m all set.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t break it. I know because my right pinky finger is broken. I hurt my right pinky finger when I was three. This kid threw a rock at me and it broke my finger. I never told anyone, so I never got any medical attention for it. It’s healed, but I’ve lost the ability to curl it. To make a fist, I use my ring finger to hold it in place.

Not so with the recently injured left pinky finger. I still can’t curl it all the way into a fist, but I can curl it some so I’m happy I still have control over it.

Having a splint made typing on a keyboard frustrating for me, so this past week I read The Art of the Start by Guy Kawasaki. I spent a lot of time writing in my notebook. Yes, I still use the archaic pen and paper once in a great while. I’m right-handed so it was the perfect activity while resting my left pinky. The book renewed my enthusiasm for our other business, the boring one that doesn’t involve porn but pays all our bills, so I’ve been focused on it.

I’ve taken the splint off. It was starting to bug me and get in my way. The swelling has gone down and the bruise is still dark but it doesn’t hurt so I think it’s gotten a lot better.