Me versus the blade . . .
Blade will get me every time.
Day off from sewing.
Don't worry, no fingers were lost in the making of this haiku, only a few ounces of blood.
Also, it wasn't after 10:00 p.m., there was no wine involved (at least until after the bleeding was stanched) and I'm very glad I misplaced my new rotary cutter blades before my cutter broke -- while I was using it, letting my thumb come down on the blade.
A nurse friend told me this evening I should have had stitches. Too late now. I'll live, and have another sewing-related scar to show to the unbelieving.