While my recent change in duties has had its challenges (have you noticed that no one ever calls at 3 AM to tell you that things are going right?) I would be amiss in not admitting that there are some perks as well.
Strange as it may seem, while the 8 – 5 (more-or-less) workday and the weekends and holidays (usually) off are — indeed — nice; I find myself thoroughly enjoying my morning shave.
Over the last decade or so I had perfected the art of the shower shave: once the shampooing and the soaping was done, I could run a double-bladed disposable around my face (no mirror required, thank yew verra much!) check for missed stubble with my off-paw, then out of the shower and head-first into my schedule.
Now, I look forward to my morning ritual.
There is something almost Zen-like in rubbing the pre-shave into my beard; running the brush under the water, the precise strokes of the blade, re-wetting the still-frothy brush and reapplying the lather, more precise strokes — against the grain now — followed by a cold water rinse, and the after-shave.
You don’t hurry — unless you like bleeding — and this engenders a calm, meditative state of mind which allows me to formulate plans to deal with most of the dragons waiting at the office before I’m even dressed.
For me, at least — the Gentle Reader may find that his Mileage May Vary — the feeling of a good, close shave; of being neat and well-groomed, puts me in the state of mind from whence any unexpected dragon that may rear its head may be dealt with by way of a raised eyebrow and a calm suggestion or two.
Maybe a sip of tea if it happens to be a particularly gnarly dragon.
Looking at all the purple faces I see on the way in to work, and at work, I have to wonder if more of the male side of the species might benefit from starting the day with an old-fashioned shave.
Probably couldn’t hurt.