I can tell it's time for a haircut. I was running errands this morning and by the time I got home my hair was damp. The next available appointment with the man who cuts my hair is a week from today. This is very dangerous because there's no telling what I might do with a pair of scissors in the meantime.

Mr. B and I had dinner last night at an Italian restaurant. We ate too late and I'm having a touch of heartburn this morning. I hate it when that happens.

Today I'm celebrating black t-shirts. They go with everything when I'm in a hurry to get dressed in the morning.