On Thursday I got an e-mail from BYU saying I was eligible to work in the lab again as a non-student. My professor had put in an appeal for me and we finally cleared all the hurdles. This came as very happy and welcome news, since I was starting to feel more and more guilty about not working the last few weeks. It’s been very relaxing, not working, and I love hanging out with Ashton and Sambo, but I feel like I’m failing in my important role as a provider. The only downside to this re-employment news was that I would have to shave my beard. I had officially made it four weeks on Thursday without shaving, my personal best, and I was starting to look quite grizzly. Unfortunately I still needed to get some paperwork signed and delivered on campus and there was no way they would do it for me without a beard card. So sadly the beard had to go. Naturally, as I shaved it off I did so in steps, photographing each one. I started with a pencil line beard, then a 17th century Musketeer goatee, then a dirty hippie soul patch and mustache, and finally, just the circa 70s "porn" stache. I was going for Wild West or Lt. Jim Dangle from Reno 911, but when I wear my pseudo shapka I look like a Russki, which works for me. I have named my mustache Omar, as in Omar Sharif of Dr. Zhivago.