Thursday, December 8 @ 7:36pm (file this under It’s the Little Things)

I have a confession to make, for all intents & purposes with the exception of the actual act of handwriting I am left-handed. I think left, I open bottles with my left hand, I sew left-handed.

Because of this, being unable to use my left arm to the very best of my ability is limiting. In an attempt to get back to my normal schedule I decided to feed the fish tonight. Simple, right? Get the jar out of the cabinet, twist off the cap, sprinkle in the flakes. (insert loud buzzer sound here) With flakes in between my left fingers I raised my arm to sprinkle dinner in tank #1. (insert loud buzzer sound here) Nope! No Siree Bub! My left arm can’t move high enough to sprinkle the flakes in the tank.

NOTE: I did eventually manage to complete this task with my right hand.