Just finished the exercises assigned by my physical therapist. Hoping I can stand and my knee won't give out. Getting old ain't for sissies.
desperately trying to stay awake. I've slept poorly all week. I'll definitely be in bed by 6 pm today.
Contemplating getting a hair trim, but it is so hard to find a hairdresser who actually listens when you say you JUST want a trim. The last one cut a layer into my hair I didn't even ask for and got yelled at because I've been growing out my layers for over a year because they're a pain to deal with. I hate being that person who goes in already defensive and demanding, but experience has taught me that if I don't, I'll wind up with inches taken off instead of just the tips. And don't even get me started on the ones who think they are artistes, and your hair is their canvas. It shouldn't be that hard just to do what you're asked to do, especially when you are dealing with someone else's body. Sheesh.
In the United Club at San Francisco airport, drinking (what else?) gin and tonics, waiting for my flight home to Omaha
Growing a beard. It's the first time I've ever grown one. I'm four days in. I just went from stubbly to bristly.
^ and in 2 months you'll look like Catweazle I'm taking my lunch break (somewhat belatedly - it's almost 2 pm). Such a lot of work to do and my brain feels like pudding - my thoughts wobble.