Finger trauma and/or Dylan Thomas

Now we type our morning blog. We pray the Lord our mind unfog. And if our readers care to glom us, they’ll see our sketch of Dylan Thomas.

Yesterday I sliced the middle finger of my left hand deeply, just south of the fingertip, as I reached into the toiletries pocket of my travel bag for the Gillette Good News razor with which I intended to shave. (The bad-news headline from my razor was Hey, Buddy, You’re Bleeding,) It took a good many minutes for direct pressure to stop the bleeding; and, though I can’t say why, that finger-slicing incident led to my choosing this image of the author of “Under Milk Wood” and “Fern Hill.” I hope a reader can explain.

Unto each hand a little Trauma shall fall.