SLIPPIN’, SLIPPIN’, SLIPPIN’ INTO THE FUTURE*
Oy, where did that week go? Where did all the weeks go? I know, I know, I talk about how times flies all the time; you’d think I’d be used it by now, but no, it’s equally surprising ALL THE TIME. All the time that disappears. It’s been raining and/or drizzling for days on end and my hair is reacting as you’d expect: like a crazy person. It’s not just frizzy. It’s SUPER FRIZZY. If I let it air-dry even a little bit after a shower, it looks like chestnut dandelion fuzz. Good thing it’s not bird-nest-building season because I’d...