Fractured

I have an unfortunate habit of breaking things to start a new year. Once it was a coffee pot on New Year’s Day. Other years it was some other appliances, each broken within the first few days of the new year. Never a great omen, if you believe in that sort of thing.

Well, this year I’ve graduated from breaking kitchen stuff to breaking stuff on my body. I fractured my wrist in two places the other day, thanks to a nasty fall on an icy driveway. Not my finest moment, but utterly, hilariously cliche for an aging Gen Xer, I suppose. So, now my left arm is in a cast for at least four weeks. The doctor thinks I’ll be much better by then but we shall see. In the meantime, many of the plans I had for writing here are on hold. Typing isn’t that easy with a cast. I’m sure it’ll get easier the more I practice and the more the pain subsides. Fingers crossed.

So, if it’s quiet around here to start the new year, now you’ll know why. During this fractured start to 2022—see what I did there?—maybe I’ll do single-paragraph posts while I’m recovering, or picture-only posts, if that’s all I can handle. Or, maybe I’ll just make up dirty limericks, in honor of Selina Kyle in Batman Returns. The possibilities are endless.

On that Michel Pfeiffer note, here are a few things that are exponentially more fun than a fractured wrist. A friend of mine on social media made this meme for me a while back, in order to help promote the Starfire Lounge:

I love the hyperbole so much. Speaking of love, I also absolutely love seeing my site’s name on the back of a baseball tee, like this:

Someone very special to me had this custom designed, with the names of some of my favorite Italian horror and giallo film directors on the front and my website address on the back. Comfy, stylish, and personalized. Melts my heart.

If you’ll excuse me now, I have to spend ten minutes trying to put on a hoodie over my arm cast. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll attempt to very slowly button up a flannel. Let the good times roll!