Day 11

I've begun to realize I'm going to have to wash my hands when they get dirty, every time they get dirty, for the rest of my life.

Apparently, the backs of the webs between my fingers have never been clean before. This I learned from the new diagrams for actually washing your hands, as opposed to whatever pretense at handwashing I learned in childhood. Like with anything I aspire to be good at, as soon as I'm feeling confident, here comes the Advanced Handwashing Squad with their kama sutras for two floating hands, graphically illustrated sensual handwashing positions, practically impossible without years of yogic stretching. I thought I was doing it long enough, but it seems my former technique left much to be desired. If the rumors are true, the Tantric Handwashers can keep going for a year and a day---from Happy Birthday to Happy Birthday!

Well, I have my own pleasures. While they're doing their thing, I've been hedonistically touching my face. I try not to touch it when I'm out, but at home I let myself do it all I want. If it itches, I scratch it. I just did it now!

I'm told we should be bracing for a wave of babies next winter. I believe it, though it implies very different approach to Armageddon than the one explained to us in church.