It snowed so much today that I was sent home early from work. I took the train home and left my 1991 Dodge Grand Caravan in the parking structure. I left before lunch, and when I came home I ate chocolate and cruised the web and played computer solitaire for several hours. As a result, I have eaten nothing but chocolates all day, and I am so wired that I could push my hand through a brick wall with minimal effort. Or so I presume.

Tonight is the night, if all goes according to plan, that I will shave off my “beard”. It was fun while it lasted, but I am tired of picking fuzz out of it and constantly untying tiny knots. If I decide a beard is necessary in the future, I can set aside four months to grow it at that time. For now, I will be nurturing my moustache.