I’ve never been to a spa.  I’ve never had a massage.  I’ve never had a permanent or had my hair colored.  No tattoos, no waxes, no lash extensions or any other assaults on my person.  But I do believe in having my hair cut and my nails attended to by professionals.

Nyel isn’t quite so picky.  Or maybe he’s pickier.  He’s as happy to let his hair grow long and attend to his own nails as to make the effort and (more to the point) spend the money on personal grooming.  Occasional haircuts… okay.  But that’s it.

But, for better or for worse, we don’t have that luxury right now — maybe not for a while — so we have declared this our PGD –Personal Grooming Day.  It should work out perfectly.  Nyel has had years of practice at trimming and clipping his beard; he’ll do fine neatening up my hair.

I, on the other hand have never used electric clippers and feel a little shaky about those long, pointy barber’s shears.  But Nyel is game.  “Who’s going to see us? ” he says.  “And we may have months to grow out.”  Good point.

And, there are always hats.  And, there are gloves if I can’t remove these acrylic nails.

Bottom line — we’ll be wearing masks in public anyway…  Voilà!  Incognito!