no beard
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2010.10.28
I have a beard trimmer. But today I have no beard. Thanks to my son.
Every day I use my trimmer, and every day I check to make sure that the setting is on "5". Today I checked, but still wound up shearing off a big patch of my beard on the first swipe. Because Kenny had, according to Mari, dropped the thing.
Sigh. Groomed indirectly by my son....