LongeCity - Up at 8:00

I'm in the Library. Even though it is "air conditioned" it is hotter than the outside. My hair feels heavy. The air is still. Outside a breeze animates the trees and an American flag on a flag pole. Government at work. They could have open air ventilation here. The average air temperature is in the seventies. It never goes below fifty and seldom goes above ninety. But they take the air and make it into junk and we pay the bill.

I went to a new hairdresser. Set two alarms. The cell phone one was set for 8:00 but it went off at 8:10. What's that about? Passive aggressive. I washed and conditioned my hair. Ate breakfast, did all the stuff . . . Threw my vitamins in one cooler bag and hair products in another one. I was on time even though I left later than I expected. A lawyer called me back when I was on my way out the door but I told him I'd have to talk to him later because I did not want to be late. The consultation lasted for over an hour. There's a lot of different ideas on what to do. . . . It seems like going from red to blonde is really complicated. I did everything I could to research and get along with this hairdresser and look respectable and whatnot, so we'll just have to take it from there. That appointment was headspinning. I hope it works out.

I am in a suburb. I went to this little health food store where they have a wierd take on everything. Their supplier can't get dried pineapples for the bulk bins. Everything they make seems to have beets in it. For lunch I had chicken risotto but it had capers and thyme in it. That was the least weird thing they had. I'm doing the best I can since the Don't Have A Soul Foods thing. At least I ate a nice nourishing hot lunch even though it was infested with capers. Those things are still fighting with me.

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