Weak and dizzy from the loss of blood, he staggered from the bathroom and down the stairs to the living room.
Look at this, he croaked, thrusting his left cheek at his wife who was minding her own business.
Just don't let it drip on the new furniture, she said.


sitting here holding a paper towel to my face is cutting into my reading time. they're library books, not mine, otherwise i wouldn't care much about the bloody pages.

actually it wasn't a bad shave, till i raised a skin flap. i've been practicing honing, setting bevels and so on. i did 60 laps on a norton 8k and then 100 on a chinese 12k and then showered stropped and shaved. i'm sticking to the guideline of just doing the easy parts right now. can't figure out how to do the moustache and the chin, but the cheeks and neck are falling into place.