Facing my Face

Went to Jamie to get my haircut today. She made me feel a little better. She got me talking and I spilled my guts to her. She was astonished that so much misfortune could befall a person at one time. And I even forgot to tell her about my charred hand. (Let’s all have a pity party for me...) She didn’t have much to offer in advice-- who does-- but she did give me a nice, meaningful hug and some encouraging words before I left. And, as usual, a really cool haircut. At least I look good. I might be ash black on the inside, but my countenance hasn’t suffered any.  BTW, it’s a beautiful day here in NJ-- almost 60 degrees, sunshine. The kind of winter weather where you don’t need a jacket, but if it was spring or fall, you would wear a jacket. Know what I mean? I walked from my place to Chelsea (haircut) then walked up Newman Springs Road from Enterprise (rent-a-car) to Goodyear (car repair) in the blissful sunlight. The walking took the edge off the $2000 I laid out to fix my car. Thank God I used to be and will one day again be a very well-paid writer. Good thing I get paid for my brain and not my looks, lol.