The tool I use to trim my beard has died and my beard has gotten to be quite unruly. The thing is getting thicker and longer by the day and I find myself beginning to be irritated by it.
Don't get me wrong, there are moments when I really like it. There are times when it is kind of fun. As I have said many times dressed up in a suit and fedora I become Jack the rabbi. Or dressed up in torn jeans and a leather jacket I am more like Biker Jack.
But I find myself growing tired of it. The little things are beginning to irritate me. So I need to make a decision about whether I wish to just get it trimmed or if I should shave it all off.
All this reminds me that I had intended to write a post about Counting the Omer and the practices surrounding it, but I forgot.