Pot Pourri

I’m so tired. Just want to close my eyes. I think my light box might be lightening my hair. The receptionist yesterday mentioned it looked lighter, and I don’t know what else would cause that in the dead of winter.

I’ve never done anything to my hair to change the color. Once when I was a kid I asked my dad about blond highlights, and he said it was good the way it was. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” he said. So I never have.

Aislyn likes Peppa Pig. It is a cute and funny show. The characters are funny. I especially like Daddy Pig and Mr. Bull. A lot of parents are critical of the show because kids mimic the British accents, but there are so many worse byproducts of screen time than a fake British accent.

I had weird dreams about high school. Living it wasn’t enough, I guess. Now I’ve got to relive it in my sleep. Ah, well. Again, there are way worse things.

Have a nice commute, dear readers. I don’t have to be at work until 10 today, but I’m there until 5.