I was going to shave in shame...

...but it's far too cold for that. But, fortunately, that woman is gone for a week with half the office [and all the women, incidentally] to $some_other_city on business, so I get a reprieve, a week to make myself ugly, and a week to find somebody who needs to get married in a rush [or at least engaged] so I can make my escape [or to find a monastery who'll take me despite my student loans, but I doubt they'd like that I'm just there to flee somebody]. So instead I'll let the beard grow unruly in shame? Or is the cold snap to be taken as God's just punishment on those who must shave their beards and possibly their heads in shame?