What a dreary day. It’s so dreary, several old women asked me if I had sighted Spring and made the quip that it’s missing. “Somebody put out an Amber Alert for Spring!”, I almost retorted, before realizing that old ladies may be disgusted by the comparison of cool weather to child abduction.
Don’t worry, old ladies, most of those abductions are just estranged parents. Spring’s deadbeat Dad just got out of jail and is taking her on a cross-country trip. She’ll be back.
I don’t know if it’s barometric pressure or the new conditioner I’ve been using, but my hair today is ridiculously out of control. It sort of resembles The Beyonder’s jeri curl (from Marvel Comics’ “Secret Wars” event in the mid-80s).
Sans the kick-ass white jumpsuit, of course.