Time, now, to get out and try and find a job.
#1 Shave. This takes a while, my beard had rather grown in and there was an even longer beard framing it, great mats of hair that extend down my neck, swathed up behind my ears. This as well gets trimmed.
#2 The Ears. Yes, the ears. I have to keep on this, in a week I'm looking like Yoda. Old Yoda, not the young cute Grogu.
#3 The Eyebrows. I've the eyebrows of a Maestro, little birds nest that offer shelter to hummingbirds and small woodland creatures. Greenpeace better not find out.
#4 To the Barber. Booked, booked, finally down to one I know, she's never given me a cut I liked but any cut is better than no cut. I explain to her - precisely - what I want. And - presto, she delivers. All this prep work to go to the barber, it's like spending 6 hours cleaning before the maid comes over...
Then time for a shower, a change into civilized clothes and hit the streets.
All this cleaning up of myself has made me realize that this apartment, as well, could use a thorough tidying. This weekend...