In which I cut myself with a blunt object and get six stitches in my forehead

I'd been planning to post about how we've decided to get a bunch of new iris from Schreiner's, but the day then became much more dramatic.

( The part with the blood )

( The pharmacist recommends the E.R. )

( So I go there. And I distract myself with the first few pages of 'Pride and Prejudice,' the literary equivalent of comfort food. )

I was wearing a black tank top, so the blood doesn't even show, and I think I got all of it off the books. I feel pretty good, too.