a warm cup of tea

sits silently between us

does not lack sweetness

I cut my hair today.  I was doing this thing where I was letting it grow and not dyeing it and seeing how much grey I had and trying to make my hair "healthier".  What they don't tell you, though, as you embark on such loftly adventures, is that not dyeing your hair and letting it grow makes it (and you) look like shit.

So I cut my hair.  And highlighted it.  And visited with my parents, my sister-in-law, and my cousin.  And drove, chatting to friends over the phone in my car.  

I've been sick, recently - fighting a fever and sore throat and emotional exhaustion.  I feel better for a few days, worse for a few days.  The haircut and girl-chats help.