Humidity is Hard on the Hair

Just got back from walking Baxter at the park. He seemed to have a hard time with the walk – could it be because the humidity is 91%?? Probably.

While walking around, I was debating cutting my hair off to a much shorter style. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile but damn, it takes so long to grow it out to this length and I kind of like the natural curls (though curls are not “in” this year). I can’t decide.

My sister Marge says, in her opinion, women over a certain age (don’t remember the age but know I’m over it) shouldn’t wear their hair longer. I’m not saying she is right or wrong – but I can see her angle on it.

Figure I’ll give it another day and cut it tomorrow if that is what I decide to do.

Damn the Devil Anyway….

I almost didn’t go workout tonight. I made all kinds of excuses about how exhausted I was and how my muscles hurt from last night’s workout. So I crawled into my nice warm bed, content to get a good night’s sleep. No one could be expected to workout at the gym every day, could they? Other then professional athletes that is.

However, that little devil on my shoulder wouldn’t shut up about a lot of things going on in my life right now. Every time I started slipping blissfully into dreamland, the little devil would bring up some unresolved issue that I needed to be thinking about (though preferably not at midnight).

I groaned, knowing the only way I was going to get any sleep – other then sleeping pills – was to work off the excess energy. So I got out of bed, got dressed and drove to the gym. No one else seems to have these problems this time of night for the whole place was empty but for me. Worked out 90 minutes then called it a night.

Now it is after 2am and I need to get to bed. Want to get Baxter’s walk in early so we can get a good start on moving out more stuff.