A Scrappy Hair Week

That's what this is. A scrappy hair week.

It's hot and humid. When you're inside it's air-conditioning cranked to 10 and when you're outside it's like walking through a wall of solid warm water. Smelly warm water.

Or a wet sponge. A wet mildewy sponge.

Suffice to say, it has robbed me of all creative juices. Sorry.

It has also robbed me of good hair, dammit!

Tonight we are going to Central Park to see a concert - the Philharmonic or some nonsense. It's really just an excuse to sit out in the park and drink some wine and eat some snacks and conversate. That's right, I said conversate. That's how far I've fallen.

Perhaps I will have some charming anecdotes - culturally enriched anecdotes - to share tomorrow.

In the meantime, I am just going to try to ignore how scappy my hair looks. I mean, I'm married - who really cares what I look like anyways?