Going, Going, Not Gone

Just a super quick post tonight. I am pooped after a full day of feeling pretty good. Pat stayed home this morning and we did a lot of cleaning. This time with me pitching in much more than last time. I organized the recycling, which is a mound the pile of a small car. We keep missing recycling day and we are pretty good recyclers. P&B also got flu shots, B and half dose. The second half in 30 days.

More to the point, the hair is coming out fast and furious. I asked Pat to get me an electric razor on the way home from work tomorrow. It is falling  out so fast I have been afraid to comb my hair since two days ago. Tomorrow I will wield the comb and come what may. If I have a razor, then I can just be done with it. It's been a pretty tough day coming to the conclusion that the time for baldness is now. Why is everything such a process? Why do I have to grieve every change? My friend Jim says none of this is normal, so why do I expect to have normal feelings? I am quoting what I heard, probably not what he actually said. Sorry, Jim.

So, tomorrow reflexology and possible head shaving. What does your day look like?