I just plucked a stubborn chin hair while riding the exercise bike.
And here I’ve been thinking that I have no life.*
* I have been feeling down the last few days, missing my old life so much the only defense is to shut down so I don’t feel the pain. This, too, shall pass. As for the facial stubble, yet another joy of being a woman. But I’m still riding and I’m still plucking. All hope is not lost.
