Head cases

[prog]

doctor_atomic in town, so met for lunch today. We played Cribbage on the grass in Harvard Square (where I narrowly avoided getting skunked), and ate at Cafe Pamplona, in the sun. (My first time there. Yum yum.) The skin on my face interprets the unfamiliar presence of Vitamin D as a viral intruder and defends itself by turning red and peeling off.

She agreed with me that my hair looked terrible, and with my assertion finally validated (for certain parties had been insisting that it looked fine) I went back to Dente's for repair work. They didn't charge me, which was right nice of them. (I had them cut it even shorter than they suggested. I had to be sure.)