Don't you be caught with a tear in your eye

Almost time for bed. I'll probably just fall asleep when I get under the covers but I'll attempt to stay up for a bit anyway. Maybe listen to some Michael Hurley or watch some TimberGiant Bigfoot videos. Veronica is asleep already (I'm on my laptop in the living room) and it's been a busy day, but I want more time, damnit!

We're on day one and a half of a kitchari cleanse. So far, so good, but the triphala tea we're drinking that corresponds with it is cleaning me out. An effective laxative, among other things.  Doesn't taste very good, but I bet you figured as much. Hey, all in the interest of keeping healthy.

Went to a cool barbershop after work. They had a cool little waiting room down a tiny flight of stairs with cushioned chairs, coffee and booze, acoustic guitars on the wall and a flat screen tv on the wall. V and I were impressed. Good cut, too. Got my beard trimmed and some straight razor action on the back of my neck. I'm somewhat a normal looking fellow now.

Wedding plans have come along. We've found our venue (details later) and it's exactly what we wanted. We're elated. The planning continues, though; there is more to do. Big step out of the way and the rest (hopefully) is just gravy.

Time for sleep, I do declare. It's been some time since my last post, I know, but if there's catching up to be done, it will take place in another post.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go join the love of my life in bed.

Good night.