Mom used to tell me I had beautiful hands. Not even half way through my work day and I've already broken two nails and discovered a bleeding gash from who knows what as well as a papercut. This is pretty standard in the library field, and I wonder if my hands will ever be that beautiful again. Oh well--the Pollyanna Positive Point is that they are hands that know how to work and aren't afraid to get into it wholeheartedly.
And best, unrelated news: Last day for tax appointments!!!!