Done with work. I want to go to Michaels to pick up some urgent craft items, have the optometrist at Costco check my new glasses to confirm that the lenses do not make my prescription and purchase a few things, stop by the post office to mail my new glasses back to have them redone and purchase some stamps, and hit the rec center for a good walk. Instead...I have homework.

I'm getting a massage on Saturday! Hooray.

That reminds me, when I got my hair cut last weekend I went for the shampoo afterwards, which included a complementary scalp massage. I'd never had one before because outside of a romantic context neck and shoulder massages have the opposite of the intended effect on me, but that apparently doesn't apply to the scalp variety. I wanted a cot to nap on in lieu of having my hair dried. No more refusing post-haircut shampoos for me.

Got back from my Doctor's appointment which I thought would be routine, but it looks like I might be having some issues from my blood work and I was running a fever when they took it. When I got home the garage door broke.

You get a shampoo *after* the haircut? Salons always give me a shampoo before the haircut, and then I have to leave with little bits of hair itching all my neck. Which I have to shower to get off, and so the nice hairdo only lasts until I get home.

I get the shampoo before the haircut and then the blow dry and brush down afterwards removes any hair that is stuck to me.

Bummer, Gud. I hope you start catching many breaks, soon.

Did you say something rude to a black cat, Gud?

Timelies all!

Gary's away on an overnight business trip, by which I mean he left late yesterday and returns late tonight. Thankfully, his dad and stepmom offered to help me with the little guy. They were here yesterday when I brought him home from daycare, and brought him in the house and up to his room. Same thing tonight, and they also were here early this morning to get him down the stairs and into the car.

In other news, I have blisters on my left hand from the crutch. ow.

I have GOT to up my phone screen game. Just heard from the last one that I'm not moving forward in their process. Not that I wanted the job (in Cincy), but I am damn qualified.

Not that I wanted the job (in Cincy)

But living here would have been awesome!

so the nice hairdo only lasts until I get home.

I don't even have my stylist style my hair after she cuts it, because I don't care for the way she styles it even though it's a great cut. Weird, huh?

Which reminds me that I'm getting my hair cut Saturday for the first time since April (no, really; working from home means I really ain't give a fuck), and I don't know if I should get it trimmed to above my shoulders or just go for a much shorter cut. I'm super tired of my hair. It's way too damn long. I should take a picture before I get it cut, because it hasn't been this long in ages.