Fortunately the bucket wasn't put into service, Tom finished cutting the pork chops, and the cut on my finger, though deep, didn't require stitches (or even a trip to the emergency room).
But it did make it very difficult to type.
OK, so the picture makes it look like just a little boo boo, but believe me, it bled and it hurt!
On the other hand (or perhaps I should say 'with' the other hand, if I'm going to be literal about it) I've been getting a little more done on my novel. While most of it is typed in a Word doc on my desktop, I also keep a copy of it on my phone for reference. And I keep a little notebook and pen in my purse, for when I have some extra time and don't happen to be near my computer. Or, in this case, for when my computer keyboard closely resembles a medieval torture device.
I'm able to type better now, but it does still hurt after a few minutes. So I'm writing this post and I'll try to catch up on this week's devotions, but I'm going to wait a bit before I type up the new handwritten pages for my novel.
And I've been a lot more respectful of that knife!