A wonderful shave, which feels good considering my misery with this lingering cold. The Chiseled Face brush made a fine lather with the Dead Sea, an excellent soap that requires brush that is merely damp. This iKon is fairly old, and it feels great on the face, which it shaves with great efficiency: perfect BBS, no problems. A splash of Alt-Innsbruck, and another day of rest and recuperation (and soup) is begun.
I don’t recall this much coughing (and productive coughing, if you get my drift) in decades. If the body is an intricate machine of chemical and mechanical processes, it is amazing the degree to which a virus throws a monkey wrench into the machinery, and even more amazing that the machine can then proceed to fix itself. I feel like an amazed bystander, though I’m getting damned tired of the coughing.