After delaying shaving and cutting my hair for the Hallowe’en costume, I let it go for a bit longer in solidarity with Mark, who has been doing No-Shave November. Of course, Rachel hated it with a passion, and so her passion for kissing me was significantly cooled. I finally got a haircut, which left a space between my head and my “beard” that I could not abide, and so it was removed. I think these pictures (and Rachel’s enthusiastic response to my hairless face) are an argument against my employment of “the scruffy look” in the future.
Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.
