This afternoon I went out to the clothes line to see if some clothing was dry and in the process something stung or bit my middle finger on the left hand. I didn't hang around to see if was a yellow jacket or some thing else, like a bald face hornet as the pain was intense. All I wanted to do is get away from there before anymore pain might be inflicted upon me. This brought an immediate halt to the many projects I have been trying to accomplish this weekend. An ice pack did ease the pain as I sat to reflect on how how such an event can change the course of the day. After removing the ice pack the pain returned as the swelling increased.
Maybe I can take advantage of my swollen middle finger to show my thoughts in public on the politics of the day.