Thursday, June 28, 2018

First flight

 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:

Anonymous said...

So what was the book title?

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