Gah. Didn’t swim this morning due to an utter failure to wake up. I’ve made up for it by doing forty minutes of combined Pilates, barre work and weights, and later I’ll go for a walk.
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After ten days of this haircut getting progressively worse instead of at all better, I have re-cut my hair myself. As my mother says, “Hell, I can give myself a bad haircut for free, and have no one to be angry at but myself.” It’s not as tidy as it would be if someone else had done it, but it looks a lot better than it did regardless. And I’m debating whether I want to grow it into a Louise Brooks bob with bangs or grow it all out so I can eventually re-bleach the stripe. The bob is a much quicker gratification goal, but delays the stripe (which is at least a year away *anyway*) indefinitely. Dunno. I haven’t had a bob like that since I was about twenty-five, and it’s cute on me.
I have no particular desire to work today. New furniture will be arriving at some point, and I’m reasonably certain that will be followed by a thorough cleaning of at least the living room, possibly the entire downstairs, and so even trying to work seems sort of pointless. Also I sort of think that having finished the TRUTHSEEKER revisions I mostly just want to sit here all numb-brained for a couple says, which I suppose isn’t unreasonable.
Argh. I just realized I may have to stay off the internet for the next week in order to survive the week-long Torchwood run without spoilers before I get a chance to see it.
ytd km swum: 50
miles to Minas Tirith: 446.8