Burned my right thumb and forefinger on a cup of tea I was reheating. Badly enough that I had to ice it for almost three hours. G was the best, taking care of me.

Ambitions for the day torpedoed, I wound up watching The Empire Strikes Back. I was horrified at the (further) little tweaks that George made for the DVD version. The one that's burrowing into my head right now, like one of those worms from Wrath of Kahn: I really think they re-recorded James Earl Jones saying "I am your father" so as to make Darth sound more compassionate.

Ouch! Ouch! It hurts....