except my beard hairs won't ever be turned into a blanket.
I finally decided that I would shave off the beard (the soup strainer if you will). I have photos, that I may post, of the newly shorn Aaron. I don't know if I like it. I think I may have decided that I'm just not that convinced (nor that concerned) that I'm all that attractive. So this investment in the beard or not the beard is a false choice. I don't really like either. But so what. Life moves along, and I make up for it elsewhere.
Tonight I'm meeting a staffer (from another campaign) and her boyfriend for drinks. Maybe the social life starts tonight.