The weather is now wintry enough that the backs of my hands have suddenly begun to go dry and red. This is my second or third winter with that effect. Haven’t found anything really effective for it. Most creams are scented, and anything scented gives me a rash.
In other seasonal news: this morning KOIT, to which I have lately been subjected for nine or ten hours most days, flipped a switch from Lite Rock with Less Talk (i.e. everything from Dan Fogelberg to Celine Dion) to The Only radio station that understands how You Feel about Christmas (and what’s the most fatheaded thing you‘ve heard today?). Oddly enough, it is an improvement: the supply of songs about sleighbells is not so great that they can exclude non-treacle and still fill the day.
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