So for Canada day, I decided in my infinite wisdom to get out into the sunshine for once, and enjoy the company of non-digital people. I went off to join in the church picnic! It was a lovely day that I spent rather swarmed by small children. Played Frisbee with them most of the time... however I took some time away from floating discs to hurl a football at my sisters head and, alternately, dodge it as she threw it back at me. I hear this is a popular past time between fathers and sons. No wonder men are strange.

Well anyhow, all was going well until I missed a catch, and it bounced (and I of course went to catch it on a bounce) wrong and jammed right into my finger. Long story short, I didn't THINK it was broken (I could still move it after all! Isn't that what they always ask in the movies? Can you move it?! Blasted Hollywood.), so my concern was that it would swell too much for the ring that is now securely jammed behind said swelling.

The concern has now been upgraded to 'I hope it's not broken'. And waking up this morning the ring is digging into the skin a bit. I may have to get someone to drop me off at the hospital after the wedding.