Off to a wedding in the new suit today. I better look hot. I've made a gamble and kept my stubble that I've been cultivating for the past week and a half. I'm hoping it looks manly and seductive rather then lazy and homeless like. I've decided, just in case, to avoid pushing shopping trolleys filled with shopping bags and foam mattresses.

I also noticed today, probably to the delight of Howie, that I have a bigger belly than I used to have. I feel a self-conscious, quarter-aged paunch coming on. It's not really noticeable yet, but I suspect you'll be able to feel it kick in a year or two. I see no better reason reason to restart my running career than that. Vanity does wonders for the physique, or so I've heard.