During the summer I got fed up with my barber and decided to just start buzzing my hair myself. Take the clippers, but the #2 on there, and shave it all off. It’s quick and easy and cheap. My hair is dry instantly and I haven’t touched a hairbrush since the beginning of August. I’m taking this approach another step further and I’m growing a beard.
You see, I figure that if I can get everything from the neck up a uniform length it will streamline things. Plus I save on razors. Yes, in both cases I’ve sacrificed personal appearance, but at this point in my life that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
Now I find myself with an extra 6-8 minutes in the morning and all I had to give up was a little personal grooming. If only I could put that to good instead of, of, well, I’m not sure what I’m doing with that time.
Of course Mrs. Billfer probably should and will have a say in this. Given that the beard (or at least the developing beard) may be gone before you even read this.