I thought I broke a finger Monday. I was breaking a limb off of a tree that was in my way, and when it finally snapped all my weight (275lbs.) was bearing down on the limb and smashed my left pointer finger between the limb and a metal fence. It was swollen for several hours and I had a hard time moving it, but it's ok now. I glad too, because I was getting depressed at the thought of not being able to play my guitar for a while.

Oh, and I ate one of the best rib-eye steaks I've ever eaten in my life Saturday. You just can't go wrong with a steak, baked potato, salad, and a frosty beer.