Back to Normal. . .

. . .hair, at least.  Today I finally got back to see the person who usually cuts my hair, and I checked when my last appointment with her was September 1, 2009.

No wonder I feel like I've been living underneath someone else's hair.  Four months.

Meanwhile I did manage to get it cut once while I was visiting my mother in October, but it wasn't the usual person at the salon there that I've gone to, but she at least kept the grey at bay.

Unfortunately I had to drag my laptop along to get work done, so I didn't get to obliterate a few million brain cells perusing People magazine and the like.  I did get a quick peak at a copy of Woman's Day, but instead of destroying brain cells, it just served to make me feel inadequate because I am not taking the right vitamins to boost my immune system, using the right make-up (what make-up?) and I am not bouncing my cellulite away on an exercise ball.

I did get two shrimp and scallion rolls at Teriyaki Boy (sorry, I don't go for 'real' sushi, microbiological Russian roulette is not how I roll.)

So my regular hair is back, unfortunately it is on top of a face has a red nose and chapped lips from cold symptoms, courtesy of Micah or a patient or a combination of both.