All I can say is I'm glad to be ending today with all of my fingers still attached. My adventures actually started yesterday when I put a sliver in my right little finger. Courtesy of our cabinets that are starting to fray. Well, I had no success removing it, and my husband pronounced it too deep to mess with once he had a look. That left a visit to the Urgent Care at the top of my to do list today. I am so very grateful for the professional attitude at that place. Once I got over the internal giggles due to the fact that the doctor who saw me looks exactly like Roger Ebert, I did just fine. He gave me a shot, made a small incision and pulled that sucker right out. Didn't hurt too bad at all, and it was a small price to pay for peace of mind. I'd feel really silly losing my finger to infection from a sliver that I could easily have removed. Call it pride. Call it attachment to my fingers. I call it good common sense.
Well, apparently the universe felt I owed it some sort of finger payment. Later, while we were out feeding the ducks, I had a little nipper that kept trying to eat my index finger. So much for getting a really awesome shot of the frost covering his head and beak. I couldn't seem to explain that my husband was the food dispenser, I was merely there to document the feeding frenzy. I don't think the ducks would enjoy munching on my camera. If you look really close at the last photo, you can see some of the frost covering their backs. It was 5 degrees out. Mainly because we didn't get around to feeding them until 5 o'clock in the afternoon after it had gotten dark. Sigh. Still, I think they appreciated it. I don't think too many people brave the cold to feed the ducks in the wintertime.
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