I had hair once, but a misunderstanding with the barber has led to most of it being removed. I can understand why kings were nervous about being shaved, historically; what power a simple barber has over you, when you're stuck in that chair with a tablecloth around your neck! At least I don't have any riches or power worth envying, so I remain alive, albeit with rather less hair than before. I was quite unhappy with the end product, even going so far as to call Leah at work and compare my new appearance unfavorably with that of a monkey. She was very nice to me though, and even before she saw me she said she was sure it looked good. She even maintained that line when she came home, and as far as I could tell she didn't start noticably when she saw me for the first time. I'm sure I'll get used to the new look, but it may be years before I summon the courage to enter a barber shop again.
U.N.*: Winter can end now, because I've successfully walked on the ice across the largest local body of water, the Arlington Res. I started off walking around it, but I got a little tired and thought I'd take a short cut. Walking across lakes and ponds is something I've always enjoyed, in any case. I could tell it was safe (well: this provided additional reassurance above and beyond my natural keen eye for ice conditions) because someone was icefishing out there, the first person I've ever seen icefishing in real life I think. It's a biggish pond, the Res, and the view was rather nice out there in the middle. I took some pictures. The walk was quite pleasant all around, except my head now gets a little cold.