It is a good thing, a very very good thing, that my great-great-greats emigrated from Scotland lo these many years ago, because I am a sunlight junkie and this time of year gets me down. I have had a sad and weepy day complicated by one sick 7yo and his recovering brother. I have been trying to be philosophical but sometimes the best thing you can say about a day is that it's over, and that at least you didn't spend it in Aberdeen where the sun rose at 8:47 this morning and set less than seven hours later, at 3:27 in the afternoon.
The evening was actually much better the rest of the day, because my friend had a party and it ended up being very nice despite my decidedly Eeyore-esque feelings on the drive over. And then -- please pardon the shallow -- I went to pick up a prescription refill and found, at long last, a new supply of My Favorite Hair Product Ever on the shelf at Walgreen's. I thought about buying up the whole supply but I left two tubs for someone else, more out of frugality (see above re: Scottish ancestry) than optimism about its future availability.
I think God has given me this head of hair expressly to keep me humble. It has the potential to be pretty but for most of its 36 years it has defiantly failed to live up to said potential. This is what it looks like on a cooperative day. And this is what it looks like the rest of the time.
It has been raining all day (the jonesing sunshine junkie's least favorite weather) and my hair is taking on a life of its own. The Hair That Ate Minneapolis, right here on my very own head. But there is a Garnier Fructis product called Fiber Gum Putty that is like the Incredible Hulk of hair products, and I think the Twin Cities are safe for the time being because I have laid in a new supply.
Hm, did I really just write three paragraphs about hair products? I'll have to write about, like, Hegel tomorrow to compensate. Oh, I just made myself laugh. I was thinking Hegel, I was thinking Kant, and I typed Kegel. Don't worry: I won't write about kegels. But on that topic, did you see this post from Erin? I laughed and laughed.
Do you ever get in the bad spiral where your house is a mess because you're feeling too blue to pick it up, and then you feel bluer because your house is such a mess, and so on and so forth until you realize with a jolt that you've spent two hours in front of the computer avoiding the dishes, idly surfing the web and eating Nutella with a spoon? What's that? Oh, no, neither do I.
Tomorrow I am doing a pre-Christmas Crisis Cleaning Day à la FlyLady. I'm going to wash those blues right out of my hair. Or at least glue them down firmly with Fiber Gum Putty.
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