Reality, rain, and razors

The sky is still mucky. The sun decided to take a longer weekend than the rest of the nation’s labor force.

It’s easy not to shave when the sun isn’t shining. I shaved Friday morning and didn’t shave again until this morning. I was starting to look like a lesser caveman. I kept looking at myself in mirrors (rearview, bathroom, handheld) and wondering. If I didn’t have to go to work, would I shave at all?

Somebody once said, “You can’t trust someone who has facial hair. They’ve got to be hiding something.”

Maybe that’s not so true. Maybe their hairy faces are less a lie and more an admission that they truly don’t care anymore.

On a more sunny note, my friends Jay and Susannah are celebrating their anniversary today. Congrats to the happy couple for slugging through the often confusing world of marriage and finding their happy niche.