In anticipation of a week away, down in Florida, I began packing tonight. No coat. No sweaters. Golf clubs!
I have decided, for this one week, no shaving. We’ll see what my folks have to say about this… or how I feel about it once the beard comes in.
Shaving is one of those necessary evils of adulthood. I’m not sure I know one adult male who wouldn’t stop shaving, if he could. I will look scroungy!
When I return to Connecticut, I will shave it off. Even if I could wear it, I probably wouldn’t (and it probably wouldn’t be allowed), it’s not a good look.
At least I don’t think it’s a good look. I’ll have a chance to reevaluate.