This morning I had breakfast at a Hobee’s in Mountain View. When I came out of the restaurant, I noticed that there was a Supercuts next door, and that it had just opened. On a whim, I went in for a haircut. Maybe it was the breakfast burrito I’d just eaten; perhaps it was a side effect of the Flexeril I’ve been taking for a pinched nerve in my leg. Whatever the reason, I threw caution to the winds. Not only is the ponytail gone; I’m pretty sure that this is the shortest my hair has been in at least 20 years….
[UPDATED: In response to requests, I’ve added a crude phonecam pic. The beard’s a bit fluffy around the edges; I won’t be able to trim it properly until I get home.]