Seems cold enough for the hill to get slippy, so I did my one-man gritting operation, a task for which any gratitude will arrive in the afterlife. I'm not trying to curry favour with the appropriate deities as I need to get into Hell as I have property investments there and AirBnB for demons comes with regular and significant cleaning bills.
The downside of gritting is that I forgot I shaved the end of my index finger off in one of those incidents with a mandolin and not the musical kind which would have certainly been kinder. Anyway, road salt meet exposed finger innards. O mama!
Other things have met the insides of my finger recently
The onion I was slicing
The isopropyl alcohol I was using to remove the previous finger blood from keyboard and iPad screen
The salted nuts at the theatre last night
The alcohol stuff I cleaned my hands with before the nuts