Just having a day of errands. The most important of the errands, was a hair trim. With some limited mobility on the arms, I cannot continue having short, short hair. The genes that be have given me a fair amount of cowlicks that love to stand on end if not manipulated with products or curling irons. Growing out the length of my hair is finally showing some degree of possibilities. Four months of getting the slightest of trims, the hair is becoming to have a weight via the length to circumvent the cowlicks. Each month I tell Brenda, the hair dresser, that I have no idea where this is going to lead to, but time will tell. My hair color is gray, bordering on white, and I know, no matter what length, it will stay that way. It will be a long time before there will be enough hair to tuck behind my ears. “No, Dennis, I will not be needing to buy barrettes anytime in the near future.”