Ouch!
It sounds like a minor thing, a cut finger. However, when the cut is almost perfectly placed in exactly the spot where you type, and when the finger is your little finger - the one which hits the keys which are furthest away from the centre - it becomes more of a hassle. It's basically halving my typing speed, which, given that I need to do some typing today, is more than a bit of a pain.
It's the classic Sunday: a bit of napping on the sofa, a bit of computer stuff, watching the Grand Prix, and putting off the things which I really need to do, like do my planning for the week and house pottering. I did do the washing up - or at least, started to until the hideous cut finger curtailed things - but that's about all I've managed.
The planning, though, is important. I'm a bit of s disciple of the Franklin Covey planning system, which means that I have to steadfastly do my weekly planning on Sundays. Twenty minutes, that's all it takes - but it makes a massive difference to the way that the week works for me.
Last week was a classic example. I'd planned well on the Sunday, which meant that I knew the "shape" of the week before it even started. It's a great feeling, getting to the end of a week, and looking back at all the things that you planned to do, and actually did. Gradually, you start to get the feeling that your life is under your control, not under the control of random forces. I'd recommend it to anyway.
What might surprise some people is that I do all this the old-fashioned way: with a ring binder and paper. Although there are technical solutions (and I own some of them) I find that paper just works well for me. It's concrete, it's there in black and white, and it feels more like a commitment from me than just looking at pixels on screen.
