Sure Feels That Way

A couple of days ago, lulled by the scent of March and the brief time it was actually ten degrees above zero (!), I booked my bi-annual hair appointment. My hair doesn't need a lot of attention but twice a year, like it or not, I have an inch or two hacked off the bottom to keep the split ends under control. I enjoy the whole ritual of the shampoo, too, though I usually forgo the blow-dry as I don't heat-treat my hair at all.

The appointment is at 1300 today. My hair salon is maybe a 10 minute walk away... but I called and canceled. I was betrayed by my premature thoughts of me walking back from the appointment, freshly-cut hair drying in the (soon-to-be) spring sunshine. Instead, I get this.


Snow; about 4 inches overnight, and ice pellets. Not to mention the high winds. It makes me want to weep or scream or both... I am so sick of this whole winter business! It's been long and brutal.... I think that we've had well over ten feet of snow this far (over the entire season.)

So. No haircut, no nice shampoo. My consolation prize? Studying for a calculus test tonight, and then if I have a little spare time, I'll see if I can crank out an essay on political philosophy. The next six weeks are guaranteed to be nasty while I wrap up this philosophy course and struggle to wrap my feeble mind around Calculus and Vectors.

There may, however, be a consoling pot of pear green tea and a little knitting along the way. It's not all suckiness, all the time... but at times it sure feels that way.