I shaved my beard off today.
For those of you who don't know, I grew a rather prodigious beard over the last several weeks. This was not a fashion choice. This was simply a result of laziness. I never really liked shaving and did so only because I needed to look tidy for work. But I'm retired now. But I'm living through a pandemic now. But I don't want to.
So it grew fiercely.
So it grew furiously.
So it grew and made a home for errant cheerios.
Food in the beard, an unexpected bonus, snacking available round the clock.
Last night I decided that I would shave the beard off.
And then it hit me.
I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO TOMORROW!!
MY AGENDA IS NO LONGER EMPTY!!
I AM A MAN WHO HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HIS TIME!
FIE ON YOU PANDEMIC, I'M BUSY TOMORROW.
This is where I am now. This is where a lot of people are. Being thrilled at simply having something to do. Something attached to real life.Something that has nothing to do with existential panic.
I wish you could see me.
Maybe I'll do a selfie this week.
THEN I'LL HAVE SOMETHING TO DO AGAIN!