Temporarily differently abled

This poison oak is causing so many problems. I can’t go on a walk because it’s not warm enough to wear shorts, and pants are nearly intolerable. It’s hard to do the dishes because I don’t want to risk contaminating my messed-up fingers, and yardwork is out of the question. It’s also not all that easy to maintain a train of thought, though I’ve made moderate writing progress today, at least. I sure don’t feel very useful. For tomorrow I’ll wear one of my few dresses to work, the one built like a very long tank-top (since I can’t wear sleeves either).