So I took the plunge and cut my hair off. I didn't really want to, but it was so much work. I didn't realize how long it had gotten until I was in the chair at the hairdresser and it was a significant way down my arm. As with many women, I have a real emotional attachment to my long hair. On the plus side, my new "pixie" cut is cute, looks nice, and suits me.
On a positive and fun note, I have almost no appointments for the next month. Just a couple here and there so I have no excuse not to write, and tidy, and do other stuff on my to-do list. I'm taking today off, but I'm a bit wonky. I had an endoscopy this morning and I'm still a bit drugged out. Not too sleepy, which is nice for a change, but feeling a bit weird though and not able to focus. That should clear up by tonight.
Sonny is doing quite well after his surgery. He had some benign tumors removed from his butt. I think I will start letting him sleep the night without his cone on his head. He has been really good about it. Much better than he has been in the past. Years ago he panicked and was a bit of a basket case. He's mellowed considerably.
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