this is where you tell the honey from the killer bees (I'm glad you're on my side.)

Tonight, I'm brushing my hair and drinking bubble water. My hair is getting real long to the point that I can't just run a brush through it in the morning and let it go--it requires real brushing, like people do on Downton Abbey. I did almost nothing else tonight except this and exercise. I've been keeping blithely distracted. When I'm not isolating, I feel a little stresswild, sometimes with a shaky coat of denial slapped on top. It's an odd feeling. I'm reduced down to my simplest form. Coming through the window, open to the night, the sound of my neighbor yawning on her porch makes me yawn too. So I think of bed, go on brushing my hair, and keep the deal.