The Chicago winter is murder on my fingers, in particular my fingertips, which crack and split and require constant coating with creams and lotions. It’s mostly manageable, but leading worship is a minor challenge, since I can’t exactly keep a tube of Working Hands in the chancel, and the hour is sometimes just long enough for a crack to get aggravated. I don’t always notice. So when the Liturgist shared the Peace of Christ with a more-vigorous-than-most handshake, I felt the pinch in my pinky and winced slightly but soldiered on.
It was only moments later, as the Liturgist led the Psalm, that I looked down at my white stole and saw an unmistakable smear of blood on it.
That’s going to be an interesting stain to explain to a dry cleaner.
YoRocko! 
Take care of yourself!
Hmm. This seems like an argument for speaking instead of touching for this moment.
Do you have humidifiers in your home? If not they may help you. We have about 1700 sq feet in our condo and run 2 humidifiers filled with 16 gallons of water every 24 hrs from Nov thru March.