Today was a sad day. It saw the passing of my manhood. Yes, I had to trim away my beard. It was becoming what some might call “unsightly”. If I was trekking, this would not have been a problem. However, I suppose I should look somewhat self-respecting.
Please note, though, that I did not shave. Shaving is an evil institution that I rebel against. But my beard was heavily trimmed. I tried to just get it back into “shape”, but this failed as my beard trimmer was found wanting. So I had to just whack it back. I shed a few tears in the process.

I don’t feel like myself anymore. I am no longer complete. Give it two weeks, though, and I’ll be back in full force.  Samson, I feel your pain, buddy.