I'm not getting anything accomplished. I've managed to avoid my usual bleeding chapped lips and full-body dried skin this winter, instead I've been plagued with tiny cuts at the tips of most of my fingers. Ray says the Misty-Cat has been nibbling on them while I sleep, but I blame the icy keyboard in my day job cubicle.Wherever the cuts are coming from, they are just painful enough to take the joy from beadwork, crochet, typing, and holding paws with Rufus.
Sigh.
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