When we met at the funeral home to set up Dad’s funeral service, I stupidly caught my thumb in the door of my car. Needless to say, I ended up with a subungual hematoma. I probably should have gone through the process of getting it drained but there was just so much else to worry about that day. This batch of dried blood started at the very bottom of my thumbnail and has been super slowly working its way up my nail as it grows. I have been staring at this every day since September 20th. Every. Damn. Day. Pretty soon it will be totally gone and I won’t have this daily, visible reminder of the awfulness of the back end of 2019. I am so looking forward to that.