It's six thirty and I have been up for awhile

Well, I did it.  Couldn't stand myself any longer.  Was sick of combing, brushing, part placing and trying to get some lift out of the front.  Son Andrew did the job in his living room.  Draped in a towel, he commenced after hauling out his impressive trove of tools.  I am now ready for my shearing.  I face this with some trepidation in that his effort will be shorter than I am used to.  The one good thing about hair is that it grows. As I am listening to his clippers work, the hair is falling around my feet.  I looks like the aftermath of a brushing of Meatball (cat) in our living room.  I could have knit a sweater from his brushings. As I turned around and viewed myself, saw my head was in full view.  Judy has told me to wear a hat in the sun for fear of a burn.

Going to the lab this morning to get blood work done as prescribed by my doctor prior to the outbreak in March.  Figured it was time to proceed.  Always concerned about the results even though I feel pretty good and weight has been somewhat stable. 

We tried the cauliflower/beyond meat frozen pizza from Costco.  It was ok but fell beneath my expectations.  Kind of expensive, probably won't get again.

The AC is off and I opened up the door wall for some air.  There is not breeze blowing and the apartment remains warm. 

I know this is boring and probably too much personal insight.  Cannot eat until my test and am antsy.  So I write.

Thank you for your patience.

Enjoy the day and stay well.

all for now