Here's a truth, when I couldn't grow a beard, I'm sure the hairs were brown and black. Now that I can grow facial hair, the majority beyond my goatee grow in white. I channel my father's hunting days as I always remember that was the month he looked like a ruffian and smelled like cold deer carcass and outdoor turkey poo. As I've grown older, I've missed that smell and although I don't hunt, I like the idea of not shaving. In fact, it caused me to consult with several of my fully-bearded friends on how (and why) they choose to groom facial hair. It's a pain in the ass.
But I will go with it, because I look better in a Santa hat. I still have spots, however, where no hair grows. I am racking my brain onto whether or not there was a childhood accident to cause this.
I should also admit I took two breaks on Sunday, one to hit the grocery store to stock up for Glamis-sitters #2 this week (that is, I made chili) and the second was to take said dog for a 4-mile walk. It was wet, windy, icy and cold. I loved it. She didn't. It was a break to stop editing.
Oh, and I did laundry.
I'm not sure how this day will go due to the weather, Burt I have back to back meetings and then need to pack the bags for Tampa - collaborative work between colleagues in New York and Pennsylvania.
I hated that Chitunga chose to leave early because of his own impeding workload, but reflecting on it today, I realize he and I are the same....just get the work done.
It's Monday, the first in December, and I'm hoping my mind will soon transition to gifting. Something tells me that when I finally get a break, I simply am going to sleep for weeks on end....(as if breaks are coming my way).
Needless to say, I feel accomplished (sort of). In academia, we just never know. Even so, I try...I try...I try.
Time to fly.
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