The Goatmother went to a hairdresser. Actually, she went to a brand new hairdresser because while she was away her old hairdresser retired. The nerve of some people. Anyway, the Goatmother doesn't look like Letterman any more. Her mood has improved greatly, for which I am exceedingly grateful, and she actually went out of the house yesterday without a head covering for the very first time in 8 months. February 7th is an auspicious day, I say. Her hair is still short, mind you, and her head still gets cold, but, hey, the possibility is there. And real. And she doesn't look like Letterman. Now she looks a little more like Ann Hathaway. Life is good.
" And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair ." - Khalil Gibran
Okay, well, the wind may have to wait just a bit longer.