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most minor covid-19 casualty: the skin on my hands. Spots, pink patches, mild itchiness. They can’t say I’m not washing.
My fingerprint recognition doesn’t work on my phone these days. They changed out the soap at the parish two weeks ago. Lovely scent and nice lather. At first I was thinking some winter dryness, but it never gets dry in the Pacific Northwest. Or if it has, it last occurred during the Miocene Epoch.
I showed it to the young miss. She said that she never uses the soap management provides at her place of employment; she keeps her own dispenser in her locker at work.
Sometimes princess behavior is the best choice.
Catholic Sensibility 