Down

Huh, what do you know? I am down a couple of pounds.

Cool.

It’s cold out, and my hair’s wet.

I never bother with a blow dryer. I get bored.

Same with makeup.

I imagine I will eventually. But not now.

I do notice some unfamiliar, not exactly red hair color starting near my temples, and I’m not gonna say that doesn’t freak me out.

“They’re blonde, they’re blonde!” I frantically tell myself.

I don’t think so, though.

When it does really start to noticeably change, my ladies will take care of it. I go to an awesome salon: Positive Directions.

I don’t have a favorite, they’re all great.

On the whole, I’m pretty lucky, though, in my estimation. I’m no spring chicken. I’m five years from 50. I think I’m doing okay.