
This preference, combined with my desire for clean hands when returning to our apartment, means that I've spent time thinking about some good hand-washing strategies. I used to just wash my hands repeatedly and carve out the dirt meticulously with the nail-file end of a pair of fingernail clippers, and then wash some more. But, Lo! There is a better way: use a brush.
I just lather up my hands, and then use my bath brush to get at the fingernails, and rinse. (If I had a mudroom with a sink or something fancy—namely multiple bathrooms—I'd get a fancy nail brush.) I'm not for advocating unnecessary stuff, but I feel like I have clean hands all the time and don't spend nearly as much time washing them as I did before getting my brush. However, I refuse to feel silly that it took me this long to figure it out; there are always tricks like this lurking for any hobby.
Also: why is my spinach bolting in May? It should at least have the decency to wait a few more days until June.
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