I have decided to eschew shaving this week. I am growing a beard for no other reason than I want to. I am on vacation.
"Eschew" is a great word, but I am not sure I have ever actually heard it during a conversation. It is one of those words that crops up in written communication, but I do remember ever speaking it out loud. Apparently we eschew using the word eschew in conversation.
I am not sure how long I will last with the beard. I last grew one in college, when I went for the Amish/Abraham Lincoln look. That is to say beard, but no mustache. Right now on day three it is at the scratchy stage, it rubbed weird against the sheets and feels strange when I rub my granite-like jaw. Historically it is around day three when I give in and shave.
I am sure you are riveted by this tale of facial hair.
On a completely different front I managed to make something this morning for the wife to take for her pitch-in at work. There is that.
This blog jumped the shark so long ago I am now leaping orcas.