Thursday I awake to a bunch of hair on my pillow, and Friday I awaken to more. Today I reach to brush hair out of my eyes and pull out a clump. And another, and another, and another.
Okay, that’s enough.
In 1998 I chopped hair which was halfway down my back to above my chin, but left it at that length until it all fell out because my husband got all whiny about, “Don’t cut your hair.” Several weeks of vacuuming my pillow every morning, vacuuming the floor, vacuuming my clothing, and pulling hairs out of the shower drain.
Not going to do that again.
I grab the scissors and cut it down to 1/2″ all around. I think this is the same haircut that Sigourney Weaver wore in Aliens, but I can’t remember for sure. When it gets too patchy, I’ll probably buzz it down to zero.
I think about taking a picture, and then I think not.