Today was my son’s last day of school before the holiday break so I drove over a little early, figuring it would be nice to sit in the warm car and either read or listen to BBC World Service. (I chose reading … too much upsetting news.) I happened to be sitting in bright sunlight, and with my glasses on checked out my appearance in the rear-view mirror and …

WHISKERS! Actually, more like a mustache…a sparse one, but yikes, those black hairs were scary looking.

When my son got in the car, I asked him how long I’ve been walking around with a mustache. He said he never noticed I had one. So there’s some good news there.

Oh, the joys of being 50! 😉

Merry Christmas, and if I’m not back before then, a Happy New Year, too.

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