I cut my hair this morning. Second time DIY. Seems OK on the front, all even and everything. The back, I don’t know. Feels even, except for small patch shorter than the rest.
I butchered my eyebrows. It is difficult to trim eyebrows while wearing glasses. Not possible. So, I gave it a shot out of focus. Looks like it, too.
I told my wife of my adventures. I said, “I thought maybe you could later do a repair on my work.” She said, “Oh.”
I’ll just let it go, leave everything as it is. I can’t see any of it.
After the haircut debacle, I went to the kitchen and put on coffee. I keep some of my drugs in the kitchen. The instructions say “Take with food.” After shaking out the pills from two bottles, I reached for the empty glass near the sink.
It wasn’t empty. It was, in fact, full. But not for long. The spilled water missed access to the countertop plug in.
Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day.