Just a quiet night at home with my adult son, who is maturing daily before my eyes. My wife, Sheri, is in Vegas with her parents for her sister's wedding. She needs time with her family, especially her Dad, to whom she is particularly close. Spent late afternoon - early evening yesterday volunteering at a cancer community outreach center. I love that place, it does such good, important work. Walking in the door makes my day better. Saturday is the center's annual Halloween party, which is always a blast. A nurse friend from work and I will be operating a booth with treats, games, and hula hoops. The kids and their families totally enjoy the respite from their cancer battles, and I feel privileged to participate. It promises to be a memorable day.
Shaving is shaving. I love feeling how refreshed my skin is afterward. We are the lucky ones, Cadre, because we've flipped a chore into a luxurious experience. Those stuck with the chore of shaving have no clue what they're missing. With that in mind, I took the plunge and ordered a Vector. Being budget conscious, I ordered an unpolished one without the stand. Though I love my gear, the Vector's Sirens' Song was too beautiful for my inadequate defenses. I have an aversion to razors in pieces, but at least I'll only need to take it apart every couple of weeks, at which time I can thoroughly clean it. I love my G5, but cleaning is a chore, and I'm never satisfied I've done a complete job.
That's life in a nutshell, Cadre, except to add my legs' recovery continues to progress steadily, though slowly. I wish it would be faster, but it's not. For me, acceptance is the key.