Back to My Roots

Why, hello there! I feel like I haven't talked to you in forEVa. Well, forever is a bit of a stretch, but it's been quite a while. Really, I've been suffering from a bit of writer's block for while (probably exacerbated by the fact that calling myself a writer is playing fast and loose with the spirit of the term). Couple that with some object-at-rest type of inertia, and you haven't read a peep out of me. All I have to say about that is this: peep.

All seriousness aside, though, it's tough sometimes to decide what to write about. I don't really want to write about college hoops all the time (although it does occupy a good portion of my brain these days), maybe because I don't want to mess with the Hoosiers' recent run or to think about the Wahoos' struggles of late. And I don't want to get into writing about the AFC Championship-bound Colts, either. So I'm thinking that sports is out.

I also have had trouble following up my X-mas story, given that I am highly amused by the whole thing. So what is an Abs to do in the face of such a conundrum? After much deep brain things going on inside my head, I have decided to get back to my roots. At least my roots as far as the Chronicles are concerned. What are those roots, you ask? Facial hair.

That's right. Lest we forget, my goatee (more specifically, it's removal) is what actually started things here at the Chronicles, and we have managed to write more than a reasonable number of posts about it. Still, why would I try to write about it again? Simple: THE GOAT IS BACK.

That's right, I have re-grown my goatee. After about 1.5 years without it, I have decided that I missed it too much to go on, and I took advantage of the time off of work at X-mas to allow it to take hold. I like seeing the goateed version of myself in the mirror these days. Plus, my chin is warmer. The Girl, on the other hand doesn't really know what to think about it. Having never seen it on me before now, it's a bit of an adjustment. From time to time she will cover my goatal area with her hand "just to make sure [I'm] still in there."

So I face the new year with a warmer and fuzzier face. What else I face it with I will talk about in a future post. For now, enjoy your weekend.

P.S. Go Horse!

P.P.S. Go Hoosiers!

P.P.P.S. Go Hoos!

P.P.P.P.S. In gathering the old posts about the goatee, I went back and applied some of Blogger's nice new labels to the old writings to group them together. Unfortunately, doing so moved them to the top of the site's feed. So, to the two of you who actually use the feed, sorry about that. Sadly, I don't think there's anything for it. Moreover, I expect to be doing more of that in the future. So sorry in advance.

P.P.P.P.P.S. Again, I say: peep.