Happy Thanksging.

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I have been invited to a meal.  This time I have been tasked with a small provision, which is a good thing.  While not truly needed, in absolute truth, it creates a perception of need, which bolsters the will over the net drag of life, fear of the social, or just lethargy.  It's good to at least have a... purpose?  Not always required, probably.  All is set.  Had to run to town yesterday, but needed to go anyway.  Hadn't been able to go for my own purposes, so a bonus.  External forces when internal won't do, if it's all a trick, gimmick.  None of it works well, every time.  But this worked this time.

Now for a shower, with time to fully dry before going.  So dark again this morning.  I shaved yesterday, with the quad, so I am still good that way.  Oh, not shaving in a hurry, taking care with angles and plainbreaks, and a few other tricks learned with the simple twin blade, left my face mostly intact.  It was no worse than when learning the double blade itself, just a nick at each corner of the mouth, but it does clean whiskers much better.  If you don't  mind a learning curve and prefer a very close shave, this might be for you.  Still hoping to learn to sharpen an actual straight razor well enough to replace this.  At least I am to this point.

I hope your day of graces finds you in good company, well fed, and thankful, or at least comfortable enough, maybe oblivious as needed.  Been there, done that, too.  Amen.