A New Splint!

So I'm trapped in DC while Aaron and the girls settle into Ptown. My shattered pinkie – why are my ailments always a combination of extremely tender and completely laughable? – needs more scrutiny from the orthopedist before I am released.

And since I cannot ride a bike, walk two dogs, or use my left hand much at all, there wouldn't be much point getting it full of sand on the cape anyway. In two weeks, I leave for England, for three weeks. Ptown will have to wait. Tant pis.

Minor point about healthcare. I have had to fill out three separae swathes of forms each time I go to a new doctor. You don't notice it as much until it's cumbersome to write. But seriously: this industry is, in some ways, a relic, like the book publishing industry. There's inefficiency here that would never survive in the private sector – oh, wait, they are in the private sector – just one that has no real competition.