Washout

You try to think of everything, preparing for a trip like this. I've been collecting together the gear I thought might be useful for months. Be prepared, as they taught me in the scouts.

This morning my razor broke. My cheap, disposable razor. My one cheap disposable razor which my brain, I guess, thought would see me right during a couple of months of cross-continental travel. I brought Dante, for goodness' sake, and a pilgrim's staff, and ten spare pencil leads. But only one cheap disposable razor.

It's not any kind of disaster, but it does make me wonder what I was thinking. In the meantime, I am both Esau and Jacob today: an hairy man and a smooth one, both at once.

///starred.basic.overnight