Hot dry windy and overcast. Odd quality to the light today. An odd ambience. A day with a quality of strangeness. Sometimes I like that sort of day and sometimes I do not. I have not made my mind up about this day. The world seems fragile on a day like this, and reality seems to be on the edge of a precipice. I've done what little I had to do today and the rest of the day is mine. I try to relax, I try to not worry. On such a day the illusion of control is especially thin, the walls between worlds seem less than substantial.
And yet, and yet, my shaves remain very satisfying, and the ritual is comforting. Some day you shall see, that of which I have spoken! You shall see and you shall believe! SOME day! Some DAY! But today everything seems as shaky as the Wimberly Dam.














