Well, so much for denial. But there's a certain debased fun in guessing where the blisters will pop up next. I'd forgotten how ugly poison ivy can be.
I'm fine, mostly, as long as I can keep the fingers of my left hand from touching each other. And keep from scratching my eyelid or neck or stomach or foot. The ear is a lost cause though.
Imagining Jane Austen’s Childhood
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