Dear Diary

I've been wondering why my dog lies on his side on the dining room floor, or the living room floor, or the kitchen floor, and starts to "run" just lying there, wide awake; flailing his front legs. I've asked him, but he only looks at me. [need doggie emoticon]

So, I cut my hair.

It is really, really, short now. I love it this way! I'm free again! No chemicals, blowdryers and flat irons. No living in fear of anything resembling water falling from the sky turning me into something from a scary movie. Reactions have been mixed. It took a few days...
"Didn't you used to have hair?"
"You didn't have to cut it all off."
"Nice haircut!"
"I wish I could shave my head like that."
Or my favorite, accompanied with wide questioning eyes and immediately followed by silence, "You cut your hair......"

.... No, actually, I was mauled by free range angora cats who were avenging their kin I had humiliated for a fiber festival I attended years ago.

Beauty. Now there's a concept worth contemplating. No, I insist. Please, have a little will you?