It has been lip splittingly dry at work this week. Between that and the bitter, cold temperatures, my skin is a flaky wrinkly mess. This is the only thing I hate about winter. I don’t know if age makes it worse or if I have just become more aware of it as I age, but it certainly seems to happen more often now than it used to. Why hasn’t anyone invented a body suit that is coated in skin moistener? Between that and the lack of a cure for cancer, I am beginning to lose faith in scientists.