New Haircut. New Sweater. New Smile.

I extended my haircut cadence to 110 days this time around, and took the opportunity to up my fashion game, with the arrival of a new Fisherman Sweater in a decidedly-more-autumnal-than-usual shade for me.

Facebook, which I have rejoined, at least for the moment, for reasons of widower-support, has been aggressively marketing apparel at me for weeks now–I imagine as a result of an otherwise imperceptible hover over a kaftan or printer’s smock at some point–and, I am somewhat ashamed to say, I fell victim. To my credit, the sweater is made in Canada from recycled materials, so while the messenger was evil, the sweater is not.

The happiness is genuine and pure.