On the way home from work yesterday an abrupt stop at Claremont and College pitched me six feet down the aisle of the bus. When I got to my feet I looked down to see one the double pointed needles for the gloves I'd been knitting was still in my hand, but in a rather different position. The business end was 5 mm deep into the palm side of the index finger. I had to have the stranger sitting next to me yank the damn thing out.
My knees are jammed, but otherwise I'm fine. The hole is a pretty clean puncture and I've had a tetanus shot last year.
Pondering hats still.