That describes my hair.

This morning I did some gardening--that is, I tossed a big bunch of old and not-so-old seeds over to the area where Fabian is interred by a big tree stump. I spread a bag of potting soil on top, then set out a new sprinkler.

We'll have to see what happens. Some of the seeds may sprout if I rememember to water the area.

Before I did that, however, I did a newspaper dump into the pool. There was no shade whatsoever there.

Bottom line--I sweat a lot, and didn't really have the inclination to wash my hair at the time. So, it stayed tied back and pinned up. And soggy.

(It's now drying nicely--unfastened and in the air-conditioned room.)

At one point this morning I caught a bit on the TV Guide channel that was talking about a local man who is now a noted conductor (musical) in Czechoslovakia Czech Republic. I know him from Little Theatre and he's about YD's age.

If that wasn't interesting enough, this afternoon at PJ's I ran into his parents. They weren't aware that bit about him was running.

Anyway, since I also know them (especially him) from Little Theatre we had a really nice long chat.

So, today was an interesting one, definitely not an IUD.