"Duuuude, hand me 'nother beeeeer!

My right hand is a drunken gym rat. Wild and uncoordinated. Always flexing and stretching and lifting weights.

Can't stop.

Of course I did

In no mood to go up just to get splint adjusted. Too loose for security, which is much like comfort. So, I got Dylan to trim it, since Lefty is still iffy with scissors, with a bit of steam I moulded the elastic-plastic.

So much better, snug and secure.