we have a new boiler at work. it’s a lovely, 75K, brand-spanking-new, high maintance boiler. one of the things that has to happen is that we have to “bleed” the boiler every day to get the sludge out of the system. three times a day organist or i go and bleed the boiler.

last night, before preaching a big funeral, i went to bleed the boiler. and as i was dumping the scalding/boiling water into the drain, the bucket slipped and the result was that the boiling/scalding water came tumbling down on my right hand. ouch, ouch, ouch. a little screaming. then pulling it together to greet the family.

after the funeral, i went to a dinner party at the home of one of my writing friends. a little wine, some great food and (when i got home) a bowl full of ice water, and an episode of buffy and today it’s better. blisters are minimal.