Yesterday morning, the alarm went off at 6am, and we woke up to a thunderstorm. Running was out of the question, so we went back to sleep to the sound of the rain. We’d really wanted to run, though, so we tried again at 6:30. More thunder. Thrilled, we went back to sleep until 7:30. And then snoozed until 8. It was the perfect morning to stay in bed.
This morning, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and it was almost easy to get up. I’m just back from three miles, and I feel pretty good. I should be busy at work today, so I probably won’t get around to chronicling this past weekend, but I will soon.
Last night, John and I stopped at the Hair Cuttery in Lansdowne on our way home. He got a great haircut. Mine is too short. And I could see it happening. I told her (Leila – I need to remember her name so I can be sure I’m much clearer with her next time) I wanted my hair to fall just under my chin when it’s dry. She started marking where my chin is with my hair wet. I asked how much my hair will shorten as it dries. She said hardly any. I knew that wasn’t right. My hair is at least a half-inch shorter when it’s dry than when it’s wet. But I figured she was the professional. So she cut my hair, wet, to my chin. Naturally, now that it’s dry, it’s TOO SHORT. Practically to the bottom of my ears. It’s not the end of the world, but it’s not what I wanted! I don’t particularly like it, and neither does John. I’ll play with it when I blow it dry today and see what happens.