When we moved from our baseboard-heated house to our forced-hot air-condo I didn’t notice all that much difference in heat source, other than the fact that we were now using gas as opposed to oil, at about 1/3 of the cost.
This year, though, the Mohave-dry air was taking a toll as early as December, when my lips felt as though I’d just spent 6 months floating on a raft in the South Pacific. It reached a point where it was almost difficult to smile, not what you need when you have Christmas and grandchildren at your door.
My feet are a whole other issue. Still, I can’t completely blame our arid environment; I imagine I have age to thank for the cracks and callouses that I battle year-round. I can always count on at least one birthday or Christmas gift to be some whiz-bang cream or maybe a motorized foot sander, all of which I’m happy to try.And it’s probably a relief for my family to have something so dependable when they’re racking their brains for a gift.
The good news is that we’re now in Florida, with fresh air – and humid fresh air at that, even in the winter. My lips feel great and my feet are much happier. Of course, my hair is four times its normal size, but you can’t have everything.