- First, it is getting darker earlier…and that is lame. I hate feeling like it is bedtime at 6:30.
- Second, it is staying dark longer…how am I supposed to find my socks in the pitch black of 6 am?
- Third…I am shedding like a sheep dog.
I sit, talking to coworkers, and casually laugh and run my fingers through my hair…snag…and my fist pulls out a chunk of detached strands…I nonchalantly throw it on the floor as coworker look on in horror.
I stand, trying to find the phantom hair that is tickling the back of my arm, with a wild look in my eyes like I am trying to catch the purple elephants flying around my head.
I hopelessly lint roll my fleeces trying to remove the hairs that have woven themselves into the fabric of my wardrobe.
So…yeah…too much information?