Well it was bound to happen: it's been a while since I've managed to...
...some part of my body due to accident. In this particular case it was a broken glass and a sink full of dishes that was the instrument of my doom (for my right ring finger). No stitches required, mainly because there was no way I was going to take the time to go get them.
Anyway, outside of making typing more difficult, this isn't all that bad. Far better than, say, the time I made the incredibly bad decision to cut acoustic ceiling tile using my leg as a table. Like I said, bad idea. Really bad idea. See "b) Fillet", above.
This also has the impact of making what laughably passes for my handwriting even worse, if that can even be believed. Far worse things have happened to far better people than I.