Saturday Fail, Dark Sky Magazine Win!

Saturday, AKA: the best day of the week, is typically pure bliss. I usually sleep in while Warren plays basketball. But a few Saturdays ago, I was rudely awakened from my sweet slumber by a phone call. It was Warren who said something articulate like: "Uh, hey, I'm driving to the emergency room..."Because his finger looked like this:

Which doesn't look that bad, but here's what it looked like on the inside (ouch):

During his five hour emergency room stay, we did a lot of this:

Yep, we waited five hours for the doctor to take 0.3 seconds to put the finger back into place. About three hours in, I told Warren I would watch a YouTube tutorial and do the job myself and get us out of there no problem. Warren, oddly, declined my generous offer. So the true test of friendship: have you ever fixed someone's dislocated joint (or other injury)?

In other news, Dark Sky Magazine's very sad, very sudden last issue is graciously being hosted by the esteemed Barrelhouse Magazine. Barrelhouse is being a true prince in the hard knock world of literary magazines. DSM's Gabe Durham and company really knocked the issue out of the park. I am honored to be part of this farewell issue, alongside such wonders as Kristina Marie Darling's "Footnotes to a History of Correspondence."  Take a looksy over here.