Thumbs up! Thumbs down!

There's so much happening within and without, that this blog going mum seems like a deception, a betrayal, almost a character flaw. What calls my attention most frequently these days, however, is something most people would find rather ridiculous: a mosquito bite on the inner left side of my left thumb just below the knuckle; on the top of the second finger bone - the proximal phalange. I often find myself pressing the red bump between my right index finger and right thumb, and then, with their left hand counterparts, just to get a sense of comparison, I feel the right inside of my right thumb. At other times I find myself bringing the two thumbs, the twins separated at birth, together to see how far one is disfigured. It seems that one side is permanently distorted. Sore beyond cure. And when the two are together, left thumb looks like a present being mocked by the right past. Right thumb thumbing its nose at the thumbed pages of left's biography.