Facial Hair Day 10

The cheeks are looking uneven, but overall it’s soft and fuzzy now.

Facial hair growth, day ten

I still don’t know whether to file this under “deeds” or “people,” or for that matter whether it’s an incredibly stupid exercise in self-indulgence.

But then again, what are blogs for?

Saddle Rash

Sunday was hot and long and noisy and full of wind noise. Every biker in the world seemed to be out. I saw kids in not enough armor on ridiculously overpowered sportbikes, a couple guys in sweaty head-to-toe racing leathers riding flashy Italian sportbikes, and any number of choppers, cruisers, and even a custom drag-racing bike with an extended swingarm and what looked like a nitrous system.

At a gas station in Nashua I asked another biker what was up, and he said “I’m hot, my ass hurts, my fingers are numb, and I’m loving every minute of it.”

All told, I put over 650 miles on the bike this weekend. It was hot, my legs and shoulders are sore, the backs of my thighs are chafed and tender, and I loved every minute of it.

Everything’s Coming Up Millhouse!

Sunday I went to dinner at the lovely home of the lovely Vieve and there was ham, and Bookdwarf made pie. And yesterday for both breakfast and lunch I had ham and pie. I also ran four miles, so I felt that I deserved it.

The work search is humming nicely, and I hope to leave the rolls of the unemployed before the start of May.