Balm

Work was fine, if long. I felt good enough after dinner to clean the kitchen. This morning, I got out for groceries. But now, my hips are whining. Well, they do that.



I've known about this stuff for years, have not tried it ever. For reasons I cannot explain. Today, at the hardware store for desiccant (front window condensing gallons onto the floor) I saw this. Decided our dry hands, and my poor face, needed to give it a go. So far, it seems to be having a salutary effect on my upper lip. It's very thick and goopy, with a peculiar - although not particularly unpleasant odor. Medicinal, not organic, petroleum undertones with a hint of esters. Reminds both of us of something we can't quite put a name to. Smells are so often that way.

Giving it a go, finally. As so often with anything long delayed - it is not what I expected.

Mostly, I'd never given the name a thought. "For CATTLE: Helps soothe small injuries, rash chapping; massage on caked bag. Softens and moistens skin." Vermont cows in dairies need comfort in the winter. They don't care what it smells like. Nothing like perfume.

Put on the electrostim. Not as cold, air going bad, but still moderate. Managed to dust the dining room. Very impressed at how well D laid down sand on the unshovelable driveway, especially when I got the last in the turnaround. Not easy, I didn't do anywhere near as good a job - and that wasn't easy. He's a good 'un.