It wasn't a particularly great week for my beard. While my excitement level has not, in any manner, shrunk from its euphoric high, it did encounter a pretty high hurdle. There were about two days last week that I'm pretty certain, as in "That whale was 40 feet tall if it was a foot," certain, that my beard simply didn't grow. I chalk it up to disappointment. Beards have feelings too and, well, the Penn State loss to Iowa was hard to swallow. My glorious beard went into a self-imposed isolation. I'd say somewhere around Monday, my facial sweater finally, reluctantly, escaped from its cocoon and once again continued its journey. Thankfully we can again begin our assault in earnest.
One of the things you'll notice, if you pay as close attention to these things as I do, which means that you likely don't, is that my upper lip has, for all intents and purposes, disappeared. Where'd it go? Hidden beneath the tangled web of hair I dare say. It will find it's way out in a couple months. See you then, good friend.
It was a tough week. The song of said tough week will soon be forthcoming. Good things come to those who wait.
Oh, one thing I forgot to mention. I think we're going to have an interview or 2 in the coming weeks. It should be pretty exciting.
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