In preparing myself for another day of waiting for work, I looked in the mirror and thought my son had the right idea. Then I took out my beard trimmer, because I never did find my hair clipper, and went to work. I like to think of this as the covid cut.
Lady Ronn offered to cut my hair a few days back, but I wanted to wait until I found the clipper. I never found them and she was still in bed at 7:00 AM. So, this is what happens when I do this kind of thing myself. I’m sure she’ll get up and tell me about all the spots around back that I’ve missed. Then, fix them. I hope.
For the record, this is shorter than I had intended. This was not the look I was going for. But it seems that the numbers on my trimmer and the number I tell the barber do not mean the same thing. I used the 5 setting on my trimmer and I think the barber uses a number 3 guard. Five should be longer than three, at least in my mind. That does not seem to be the case. Oh well, it’ll grow. It always does. Besides, it’ll be another 2-3 weeks before anyone sees me out in the real world.
Stay safe, stay healthy, stay distant. Later.