If you are happy and you know it, clap your hands.
This winter has been extremely rough on Wendy's and my hands. Our hands are both chapped and sore. She has to wash her hands several times a day due to her work. I am always banging my hands on something. They are so dry and chapped that they bleed easily. Wendy is constantly putting lotion on her hands to heal them.
On my left hand, at the pinky knuckle I have had a rough patch of skin for several weeks. Yesterday I noticed it was moving to my right hand. It does not helps that I have several cuts on my hand. I notice immediately after applying hand sanitizer. They should call that stuff cut locator.
It is interesting the style of hands. It is surprising to shake peoples' hands. I do not do it too often. I am faced or handed two different scenarios. One people has such rough hands that it almost hurts. The other person has such soft hands, I wonder how that person got them.
My hands are usually cold, at least that is what people used to say. They may have changed temperature now. I know that if my hands get cold, then I am done being in the cold. It ruins the rest of my body. Usually I can handle touching hot items, but last night I could not pulling dinner out of the oven.
Well that if enough of letting my fingers do the talking.
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