I Can Hear Abu Hollaring, "Noooooo." My Once-a-Year-Facial Cleanse. I Shaved Down to the Skin, Just Because I'm On Break. The Goatee Will Return

I could never do a ZZ Top beard.  I'm rather regular with the goatee, but trimmed at level 2, because after a certain length, the hair starts to get greasy. I hate when the facial hair gets greasy. And then there's a time that the trimmed hair just gets too think, especially underneath my nostrils. So I shave. I look weird. I get it. It always grows back.

And it grows back all white. There's a little pepper in there, but for the most part, my facial hair is all snow. So, shaved, I look younger (and weird). It is what it is.

Made a pot pie for Mom & Dad last night, worked on a couple of pieces to be published, also shaved my father (whose facial hair was much longer, needing me to go to the store to get shaving cream and better blades), and walked the dog. In the evening, I enjoyed the 3-peat win of the Fairfield Women's Basketball team who outlasted Quinnipiac for another championship. I'm happy for them because they are a fantastic crew of human beings. 

And now for Tuesday...the other day this week will be warm with sun (then the rain returns)(then the facial hair returns).

Shhhh. I know I should be grading and I will regret I haven't started. I promise I'll get on it. But I want to enjoy the sun while it's out.