Brushing

Things are not looking good. A couple weeks ago I got a haircut. Something I do now once every couple months I think. I used to get no haircuts. Then in the Peace Corps I went to a buzz cut every 6 months. In the intervening years, I have reached my current rate. If I extrapolate properly, when I am 54, I will be getting a haircut every 13 minutes.

But my haircuts aren't the cause of today's very important blog entry. You may want to sit down for this. Actually, you should most always sit down when using a computer, so forget that last piece of advice. I bought a hair brush today. Yikes! Gives me shivers just thinking about it! Luckily I haven't used it yet. I used to have a brush back in the days when I never cut my hair (man, that was a sweet ponytail). But since then, I haven't bothered with combs or brushes (or rollers or blow dryers or any other such hair styling implement).

Anyway, that's it for now. Wish me luck with the new brush... I'll need it.