You get the ankles, and I’ll get the wrists!

Excitement update. I’ve trimmed the goatee… nice and neat now, not quite the paintbrush it was becoming, but the bristles are still soft. They’re still stroke-worthy for when I’m deep in thought, and I don’t see them being itchy, but tickly.

I had a vivid dream the other day of being older… maybe it’s the mother’s day coming up, but I was married and had a little daughter…she was perhaps 7 years old, and a complete terror….but I was reveling in it. She, her mom, and I were in a park, and she way too exuberant to be sane.

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