Sick burn.

Burned my writing hand last night. Minor, first-degree or maybe zero-degree, but it made it hard to draft anything last night, and I have to get on the paying work today.

I want to tell you that it had nothing to do with Valentine's Day, nor my lovely Mrs., who gave me a thoughtful and useful gift. I'll give you the saga tomorrow, if you can stand it.

Just one thought for today:

Don't cook angry. 

Thank you.