I left my three sick family members at home alone (hopeful they'll do the same for me if I get it) and went to a regularly scheduled hair appointment.
It took me forever to get there driving 40 mph due to the icy roads.
I took joy in every minute of it.
No one was asking me for crackers, 7Up, or a clean pull up.
It was me and the open road.
I told Bruce I might come back.
And come back, I did...with less hair.
Tonight I'll color.
Tomorrow I'll learn how to style the thing.
Thursday I'll get brave and leave the house.
What kinds of things do you do to escape the dailyness of your life?
I think I need some ideas.
I've only got so much hair.