Most of us use our fingers to work, or perform any sort of action. However, if yours are free (or if you want to keep them out of mischief) Friday morning around 8:30am CDT, please keep them crossed for me for an hour or so.

Or, spare me a warm thought then, and wish me good luck. At this point, I believe all I really need to do is follow the first line of Tagore's immortal poem and keep my mind without fear, and my head held high, and I'll be okay.