I’m not a fan of daylight saving time in the mornings. I appreciate the light 12 hours later, when the day stretches on, but in the mornings, it is just plain dark here.

I also like to navigate myself around the house in the dark when I wake up.

Usually I know where everything is, I have habits and can find my slippers, Peet’s food, most corners and doors without a lot of banging around.

This morning I made it all the way into the hall way and as I pushed my open palm towards the light switch of the bathroom, my finger caught the wall and my fingernail was met by something stronger than it.

I have not experienced childbirth, (I hear it hurts) but I have experienced the pain of a ripped apart hamstring, a broken heart and the grief of a loved one dying.

And now I can say that a bent back fingernail is a pain that can drop me.