Greeters Pressers!

You could say it’s been a while. In my mind, I’ve already bastardized your assessment of the gap between posts, so be warned.

It’s been a while since I posted: May 2nd.

It’s been a while since I went to the gym: three months.

It’s been a while since my last haircut: November 23rd, 2018.

That last one is more complex than simple apathy.

But the hair shituation seems to have bypassed the worst of the grow out aesthetic. The shag over the ears is long enough to tuck behind my ears, but still too short to do whatever it is that it’s supposed to do next. I’ll keep monitoring the progress.

It’s literally like watching hair grow.

My mom seems to be making peace with the ‘do, the last time we had lunch she offered the suggestion

Maybe just get it shaped a little

Which I agree with, in principle but just hate saying because it sounds so gay.

Last week my sister and her husband came to town and took me out to dinner, treating me in the manner upon which I’ve become dependent. Hehe.

She said hello as she moved to hug me and then, mid-hug, says

It’s not as bad as mom says!

Which is hilarious because I’m pretty sure that was our sibling version of a compliment. Equally funny, just the comforting reinforcement that my family cares enough to talk about my best being.

The very next day – sometimes I’m social! – my ex, Rib, came to town on a work layover and his husband met him here. I grabbed a couple bottles of wine on the way over to their hotel and we drank them in the mezzanine of the lobby…from about 10:30 to midnight.

Like with my sister, it definitely wasn’t a long enough visit, but still a delightfully condensed catch up…starting with

Oh my gaaaawd, Jesus hair!

…practically in unison and from across the lobby when they came off the elevator.

It was kind of enabling, methinks for Rib’s hubster. He quit his job three months ago and has been enjoying his funemployment since. I’ve never seen him unshaven, but last week I got a three week growth showing.

He doesn’t seem like the long haired type, but if my apathy can motivate others to present a rawer version of themselves…I’m all for it.

So, there’s the aesthetic update: Jesus Hair.

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