save the roots!

I know I swore once that I would only chop off my hair if threatened with imminent hair loss. Well that is happening now. So I shall have a (well-paid, alas) expert take scissors to it soon -- probably about next week. I'd probably have done it this week, but it took me three years to grow this waist-long monstrosity and it's terrifically hard to just let it go. Moreover there is the prospect of having the hairdresser tut over the state of my scalp -- the very reason why I'm killing most of my pretty hair. Sigh.

Considering how my life has been flattening into one contented progression of days, perhaps a change might be a good thing. And I swear, once my hair has recovered, I'll grow it out again. May it then have long life and prosperity.