The Christmas holidays started out with me being really lazy. I didn't bother shaving for a few days before I even stopped working. And I use the term 'working' loosely. What is there to do in that last week before the break, I mean really?!
Then the holidays arrived in full force and I couldn't be bothered to take razor to flesh. I reveled in a glut of sartorial and hirsute indolence, the likes of which I have never before given thought to, let alone exercised. It was wonderful.
Just before the new year turned and I had to consider the prospect of heading back to work, I stroked my face and thought to myself, "Self, let's see if I really do have what it takes to present a partially bearded visage to the viewing public."
And so I did.
I think I like it. My upper lip has betrayed me with an embarrassing combination of sparseness and blondness, but I can live with that. Now we'll see how long I choose to keep it. Amy likes it, and that's probably more important for its longevity than my own opinion. I feel like I've passed a milestone in the life of a man, about a decade later than most.