Too early to tell, but I think the clock is against me. Last night I cleansed my face and put on Estee Lauder Night Repair, something I haven’t been buying but do have a stock of little sample bottles. Then, walking right off the edge of reason and into my favorite pitfall – is some is good, more is better, I put a lot of their firming moisturizer on my face. Some may have been good; more was definitely goo.

Then I lay there watching TV plucking random hairs off my lip and from my chin – a “feel for a wiry hair, blindly guide the tweezers” operation.

This morning my skin feels soft . .  . and a bit well-oiled. I will soon go remove the remains of the nighttime effort and move on to the chemicals of the day. AND I am resuming my facial exercises; I do them a lot – while sitting, while walking, while mowing, while working on the laptop. I also do them when driving, although people at stop lights in town and others passing by me on narrow rural roads often look disturbed.

I can live with that if slightly pursing my lips and reaching for my nose with them firms my jowl line.