Post rant yesterday, I did get out for a ride. Took a bottle and street clothes and spun around the hood for an hour, exploring the miasma of dead end streets. We live near the edge of town, in a large wash leading to an even larger wash a mile and a half east. All the streets north and south have been laided out on extended fingers of land and the gullys dividing them. Coupled with what must be an utter lack of urban planning, the streets are truly interesting. I’m glad we don’t live on one, purely because giving visitors directions would be ridiculous.

And then it all came crashing down when I grabbed the lid of the hibache without thinking. Burned all my fingertips, the main three quite badly. Spent the rest of the evening unable to touch anything, clasping an ice bag to avoid the pain. Later, I kept having to wake up and get more ice. So, I’m cranky because I didn’t sleep definitively until 1. On the upside, my tips don’t hurt anymore, and I can type.