My hands are in rough shape. Not dishwasher-era bad, when the endless water, soap, chemicals, hot plates, and metal edges tenderized my phalanges into chuck eye. I’m talking middle class hand scrabble on winter skin. Blisters, three of them, from the elliptical machine. Scratches and toothmarks from playing with Roly Poly. A jagged red wound down my middle finger caused by boiling hot tea water. Almost ten year old scars from my fist fight with a chandelier. To reach in the dark.
You are going to be awash in hand cream in 5-9 days. That’s right, hold on!