The only thing I like this raw is STEAK
My hands = so raw. Ow. I’m just peeling off little circles of skin from my palms and fingers.
I guess that’s what happens when you go climbing two nights in a row after not climbing for two weeks… and then most recently, two weeks before that. My hands got too soft. I need to regrow those protective calluses*. There’s pain, but it is (as they say) a good pain that means I DID something.
Various parts of NJ are without power as a result of last night’s heat-aided thunderstorms. I am not in one of those parts, but I had no train service today since they were busy cleaning debris from the tracks of my train line. Hopefully, they’ll be all done with that by tomorrow, because it really hurts to drive in now - in terms of gas prices and the price of parking.
I need some water and I need some sleep. In that order. Stat.
* I double-checked the spelling because I wasn’t sure if this should be a “-us” or “-ous.” Apparently, the “-ous” is for emotional hardening only.
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