"With Mirth and Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come" and Stray Blonde Eyebrow Hairs. That's My World

This morning when I got up, I didn't have two long blonde hairs protruding from my brown, but by 9:30 a.m., on I-95, they decided to grow. These, like nose and ear hairs, are a part of post-pubescent adult male puberty that no one ever told me about.

Note: I will keep the writing from the neck up and knee down.

From the knee down, I look strawberries mixed in vanilla ice-cream (the psoriasis is out of control).

And the eyebrows? What are these? I cut them down and two days later a couple more sprout out of nowhere. It's absolutely insane.

I have to say, though, that the light coming through the fog into the skylight of my car hit these lashes just right, highlighting the fact that I'm official an older fart than I ever realized.

Now, with that self-defamation over, I can say that I officially said goodbye to my undergraduates enrolled in a writing course (love everything about their cohort) and am officially going into grant writing and processing mode for the next 48 hours (with a couple of breaks to celebrate students both at Fairfield and in Bridgeport).

I hear it might be in the 80s next week. I can life with that. Maybe I might even tan my legs.