Somehow it doesn't seem right to waste time hoping for the end so that you won't have to shave any more. Seems like only yesterday that the excuse for not bothering was that the end would come too soon. What happened to the promise, the love, the fun?
On the positive side, one day you won't have to dust or mop; cut the grass or your nails; do your taxes or floss.
Count me as an optimist. An optimist with the blues.