October rainy day. Felt again under the weather. Stress and lack of sleep makes a tummy feel ungood. After a day in bed, fucked up dreams and anxiety - decided to finally get out of bed for an evening of chores and salvation.
I resigned myself to not drive to Salisbury to embark on another wet repeat from last year's Seagull Century. Good thing - not only did it get more rainy - it got cold and very windy. Screw that. So I went to get a haircut. Not just a regular haircut, I went to a salon. It's been 3 months since I've had a haircut of any sort. It was a nice diversion. The conversation went like this: Me: I need a nice haircut, not one of those choose 1, 2, 3 haircuts...just something that will make me feel good. Salon lady: You have nice hair, what kinda look are you going for? Me: Welp, maybe somewhere between Orlando Bloom and Dr McDreamy - I have no clue. I just need a nice cut... Salon lady: (smiles) gives me the knuckle jab of a "high five" - "I'll set ya up....". Suffice to say, she gave me a great doo.
Rented a few films for the evening - only watched one: Ghost World. Strange yet honest pathetic film of sorts. Unsure why I can relate to it. Washed all of everything (cycling clothing, sheets, work clothes, everything) while Steve B was even more pathetic than me (we share the same birthday - + he's exactly 10 years older than me, which makes me feel really old). He's aged badly, must be all those films + good ragtime jazz. Meh.
More of the same tomorrow of domesticity. Fall cleaning. If the weather get's better, I may do a training ride. But I don't want to push it - I still feel under the weather.
Life is Fall.