After an unproductive July, I decided one way to change the way I produce work is to leave the house for a couple of hours each day to go write. This means not meeting with people, hitting up a bar, or going to work early/late. Finding a new destination. And it's working.So far.
But, today, on my way to the T, I noticed there was a piece of cat fur dangling off my face. I tried to do a nonchalant beard rub but those look So Chalant when you're in a place as crowded as the subway station, so I just did a casual rub, and then hoped for the best.
On the train, the guy across from me kept looking at me as though I might have an entire cat in my beard. Or he was trying to figure out if he knew me from somewhere. Who knows?
So when I got off at my stop, I saw a dad with a two and a five year old, and I made brief eye contact with each of them. The two year old did not point. The five year old did not say "Daddy, what's wrong with that man's face?" So I figure I'm probably good.