Busy, busy, busy

Today was one of those days. I was running from morning to night, but I accomplished so many things that have been hanging up in the air for weeks.

I finally bit the bullet and had a color consultation on my hair and then had it colored. Red. With a touch of brown.

I forgot my phone and had so many errands to run that I took myself to lunch, then ran home to get the phone, brushed my teeth and left -- without the phone again.

I couldn't call my daughter to tell her I was coming, so I just showed up and ended up tapping on her window to get her attention. She liked my hair, took a picture with her phone and we walked almost two miles in Amazon jungle heat.

By the time I got home I was sopping wet and my eyes were burning from all the sweat. Two people had texted me while I was gone to say they liked the idea of me coloring my hair. One thought red, the other blonde. 

My chest for the living room came while I was gone today too. I dragged it inside and discovered that I had to attach the feet and each foot required four screws. There were no pre-drilled holes, so it was a matter of brute force while trying to keep the screwdriver straight. It took a while. A long while, because I had to keep stopping and let my hands rest.

But now my living room is finished, my hair appears to be finished, and all would be well if my tooth hadn't begun aching. Tomorrow I call the dentist. I think I cracked a cap.

But my friends are taking me out to dinner Friday to celebrate.  According to them dying my hair makes me look ten years younger. I'm not sure I see it, but I'll gladly take their word.

I feel like the white rabbit tonight.