Drama Day

Whew! This is the first moment I've had to sit down and breathe since writing my frantic update a few hours earlier. Thanks to each of you who took the time to write such encouraging messages for me; I felt very surrounded by happy thoughts when I read them.

And speaking of being surrounded, when I got to the beauty salon this afternoon, I was surrounded by no less than three stylists as they worriedly pondered the state of my hair. After some discussion and debate (and a few sympathetic sentiments sent in my direction) they came up with a plan. A "brief" two-and-a-half hours (and an unnamed amount of money) later, I was out the door in a revived, rescued and relieved state of mind. My hair was hugely improved and when I arrived home, Sarah was thankfully feeling much better.

So. Happy day!

Now I've got a couple emails to catch up with and then I will take myself off to bed before waking upt to the weekend in which our fate will unfold.

Yes, I do realize that is a dramatic thing to say, but unfolding fate tends to be a bit dramatic.

As does uncooperating hair.

This was most definitely a drama day.