The forecast calls for beard

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I’m reluctant to grow my seasonal beard because it always makes my face look like an armpit with a yapping mouth in the middle.



It’s scraggly. Disheveled. Patchy. My beard is destined to look like the rest of me looks when I wake up hungover.



Yet grow it I must, appearances be damned.



Monday was the beard forecast.



Regular readers know what that means. The five-day