Yesterday marked one week that Pulao has been in India, while I’ve remained in Minneapolis.
So far, things are deteriorating rapidly. Last night, I had beef jerky for dinner. I’ve also decided that growing a goatee is a good idea, even though my face lacks the proper follicles to support manly hair growth. I’ve even looked into the mirror, rubbed my budding peach-fuzz goatee with two fingers and mused, “Mustache . . . ?” Uh-oh.
A week may seem fast to have descended into the depths of mustache-musing, but remember: I work at home. I may not see another living . . .