Friday, June 24, 2011.
Another Day Off.
I almost went into town again today, but nothing awaited me back at the station, and it looked like rain. I'm not afraid of getting wet, but I am afraid of slipping.
It was a day off from eating, too. A scone for breakfast, a slice of Carmelo's cheese pizza for lunch, and a salad for dinner. Ho-hum. This makes for stultifying reportage, but I keep losing weight. People say I am looking not only slimmer but younger.
Another idea for rolling my apparent age back is shaving off my beard, which is about eighty percent white now. I put the question up on Facebook, and got three or four dozen opinions. The women, with few exceptions, said I should shave it off. I don't think women really like beards. Mary Ann says she doesn't, either. But then, she noted, all of her boyfriends had beards. And here again is the great conundrum of relations between the sexes. So many times the thing that excites a woman most is that which she professes to hate. I take some comfort in this, because Mary Ann says she hates me.
