It's strange looking at that there hairy picture.

I'm already used to being bald -- isn't it both strange and wonderful how the mind adapts to changing circumstances? For example, I love to have my face and neck right on the pillow when I sleep, and thus was always thrusting my hair out of the way. No more of that; and I am also enjoying never reaching for the comb or hairbrush after a much, much shorter shower.

Not that I'll be sad to have hair back. But I wasn't expecting to enjoy being hairless at all, and lo, even this cloud has silver tints. And not by Clairol!

I did make it into work, and even managed a small amount of yard work this afternoon. Chemo tomorrow.