Hair today, gone tomorrow

One hundred and ten degrees.

ONE. ONE. ZERO.

Seriously.

I awoke on yesterday morn thinking I'd been somehow transported to the surface of Mercury.  Surely it couldn't be this warm in a St. Louis June...

but it was and the air conditioner installers called in sick.

Drastic times call for drastic measures, or so I though.  So I made a bold move, grabbed the clippers, and proceeded to shave off all my dang hair - every bit of it.

It felt glorious.

Now, with the benefit of hindsight and a properly cooled home, I've come to regret my hasty decision.

See, bald heads look good on brawny men with bulging muscles and tree-trunk necks.  This I am not.  I'm more like the proverbial 98 pound weakling (or rather today's version, the 150 pound weakling) in those Atlas advertisements.

Manly bald

vs

Skinny bald

source: Free Image Archives

So I look like I've got some sort of wasting disease, but my house is a chilly 80 degrees and right now that's all that matters.

"Things without all remedy should be without regard. What's done is done."

Ahhhh.  Cold medicine, antibiotics, and a full night of sleep were just what I needed.  Never underestimate the power of a Saturday lay-in to cure what ails you.

Unfortunately that lay-in meant that I missed what was probably the greatest estate sale weekend of the last few months.  One sale alone had a Broyhill Brasilia bedroom set, Brasilia dining set, and an American of Martinsville bedroom set.  That's practically a whole house-full of my favorite mid-mod furniture right there.

Ok, so I may have made a mistake.  Surely I could have dealt with one more day of ickyness and sleep deprivation if it meant a chance to get in on the action.  Oh well.

Also, congrats to the St. Louis Cardinals on their World Series win!