The feet know not what the hand is doing. Or the hand knows not what the feet are doing. Or something like that. Tuesday I was treadling merrily along when my favorite finger, (right index) completely of its own volition, decided to put itself in the way of the sewing machine needle. The needle went completely through the finger and broke off in it. It hurt but not as much as I would have previously thought such a horrible incident would hurt. I am now using it to type, slowly and awkwardly but I think it might be a week or two before I can do any hand sewing and writing with a pen or pencil is difficult and I keep discovering other little things that are now a bit difficult or awkward. Stupid finger.