In hindsight, while showing off the lower beard might be a good idea, one should avoid the up-the-nose shot.

I trimmed.

Posing for the mint

I need to re-trim.

I worked from home today, and for some reason I am really tired. So it's a sleepy pic.

Feeling a bit twisted today.

It's just that kind of a day.

Nothin' but the beard

Time for the close-up.

Watchin' a movie.

Not a whole lot to say about the beard today. As has been noted elsewhere, the itching seems to have ceased overnight. What hasn't changed? The fact that there are large portions of my cheeks upon which no hair will grow.

Sick kitty

This is two-thirds of a beard.

And that is one-half of a cat.

Poor Juliet has lung cancer and has lost more than half her body weight in the last six months. I'm afraid she doesn't have much more time, so I wanted to get a shot with her.

Is there someone behind me?

Day 20

10 more days, then I get to... uh... Keep on a-growin' it. Though, a small trim may be in order.

Beard growing is a serious business

I'm beginning to think I may not be suited to beards...I'm starting to dream about shaving it off...

It's important to learn to correctly frame your photographs

Day nineteen

Found a crab on the beach. Ate it raw.

On my way home I snapped this pic. Not much more to say, itching pretty much gone, and it continues to grow.

Sleepy Kris is sleepy.

Here we are at the nineteenth day. I once again set my beard trimmer on "3" and gave my mug a quick once over this morning. As expected, the result was nothing that could reasonably be called "grooming".

There are a mere eleven days remaining in November. I am considering a contest or perhaps a vote to determine what my shaving template will be for December...

No, boss, I'm NOT sleeping. I'm working as hard as you are.

I stayed up waaaay too late last night. Not only did I get my ass handed to me multiple times at Game Night™ last night... (well, I guess the group win in Shadows over Camelot doesn't count as a loss)... but I went home and watched some "Dancing with the Stars" with the wife. Between that and other sundry things, I think my head hit the pillow around 2 am.

Silly, silly me.

Upside? My beard looks damn good. :) Yup.

Soooooo happy.

I sat in a conference room this morning with fourteen men and three women, none of whom had beards. Is it possible to feel other people envying your facial hair? I only ask because I certainly didn't sense anything like envy in that conference room.

If Pinocchio's fairy godmother appeared right now, I think I'd wish for a wooden beard. How cool would a wooden beard be? Yeah.

Don't look it in the eyes.

Getting kind of shaggy, but not really any fuller.

I may need to get the clippers out soon.

Saucy!

Today my oldest daughter stroked my beard and told me that it was still prickly, but it was softer. A ringing endorsement in the Moore household. I have a feeling my kids will miss it, but my wife would like to kick it to the curb, and I have a fear that I may wake up with her holding a razor.