Monday morning I awakened around 6:15 after a weekend of restless nights and the weighty thoughts of a few clients I was going to see that day with whom I had been struggling or had been particularly burdened. I set out the newspaper (Baptist Standard sheets) and plugged in the clippers. I zipped the clippers from the bottom right corner of my scalp up to the top of my right ear. The hair fell on to the paper and I thought, "that seems like an awful lot of hair." I looked at my clippers, and there was no guard!!
I instantly panicked because I had been ribbing my wife for a while now about going to the skin and knew she hated the idea. "She's going to think I did this on purpose!" So with one strip of hair gone. I awakened her and looked down at her with wide eyes and said, "I think I messed up!" She grogily asked me what I was talking about, and I turned around to point to the patch of missing hair. She said, "Well, I guess there's not much you can do about it now." rolled over, and went back to sleep.
So, taking my wife's words of wisdom to heart, I completed the task. I never knew a quarter of an inch of hair added so much until now.
