O.U.C.H.

Finn is always on the couch when I am, lying right up against me.  Last night, he was deeply asleep when I accidentally startled/woke him, and he tore into my hand.  

I've had ice on it ever since (slept with an ice back tied in place), but it's a mess.  I bruise so easily anyway, this is going to continue to look hideous for a while.

Knitting, obviously, is on hold for a bit.