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The night smells of fallen leaves, but not the usual leaf smell. Something much longer ago and possibly not here at all- an open country smell, as of farms visited in childhood. I of course am zonked after a shift and a general meeting, which allows me to almost-remember the place where the leaves fall with that special smell. Exhaustion does much to erase any sense of Now, which is why I cultivate it.

Also while putting summer pants in store-drawer, find a page describing how to inset a tampon in Japanese. Why did I keep that? Why, because the other side of the page has 'you never know when they'll come in handy' thin vinyl fingercots- which the Japanese have because dear god you wouldn't want push a tampon in with your naked finger, surely? (Which is not quite as bats as it sounds. Walking about with a bloody finger in a public washroom would be embarrassing to some people, is why I used applicators back in the day. Plus- well, *I* wouldn't have wanted to insert a tampon with the kind of fingernails Japanese women cultivate. You could damage yourself severely

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After a day working in the garden, I'd prefer a finger cot. Even after scrubbing under my nails with soap and a brush, they're a bit skeevy. I always hesitate when I have to handle my contact lenses and my nails look like mud.

I think that's what gardening gloves are supposed to be for, great unwieldy things that they are. But these finger cots would slide off in a minute, and the latex ones rip. I'm afraid there's no cure for the Black Fingernail.

Not for the gardening, the garden gloves do not prevent black fingernail, for me. But for the doing delicate sanitary things after contracting black fingernail.

I see. But I'd hate to handle my lenses with cots on my fingers. Bad enough getting them out with skin. Then again mine are disposable cling-film. Regular lenses might be more amenable.