The day did not begin auspiciously. I finished reading a book and it's ending was upsetting. One of those things that stick w/ you the rest of the day while you wrestle out how to process the information. Then I did something fairly stupid and that bothered me. On top of those two things I sat down in the beautician's chair and told her I wanted my hair cut short. Maybe all beauticians are working psychologists. While she cut, I told her about my morning. She sympathized about the book, chastised me for doing something so idiotic and expertly interpreted my request for 'three inch hair.' I didn't dye my hair this time to see how I feel about whatever color it really is. This afternoon went to the library to man the front desk for a couple of hours. Thursdays are fairly quiet and it gave me time to figure out what that confounded book ending means.
1 comment:
So what was the book title?
cjb
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