So now it is two weeks with no mustache, and I have to say that things are going well. Although I do have to mention that only TWO days after he shaved it off, I became deathly ill with the Bubonic Plague....or, it could be called a sinus infection. Whatever you call it, I was basically knocked flat for around 5 days, and I really didn’t start feeling well till this past weekend.
Then I started thinking about the last time I had been really sick, and I was having a pretty hard time recalling being sick in a long while. In fact, I had a strong sense that I hadn't been ill for at least one year…which was timed almost perfectly with how long the mustache had been with us! Had the mustache been a magical sickness shield hovering over our home? Had the mustache hairs that had stuck up my nose every time I kissed Daniel implanted magical antibodies directly into my immune system?
Such questions have haunted me these past two weeks.
Anyway…..I am feeling much better now, but I can't help feeling that Daniel’s mustache was a sort of "Force Shield" of health. And even though I cheered when he shaved it off, it seems that a little part of me (the healthy part I guess) must have been shaved off with it, and washed down the sink, most likely clogging up the drain as it went.
Either that or it was the zombies.