Sunday night I posted my diary for Monday around 7PM. Later that night I started thinking about my wasted Sunday. The one thing that I easily could have done was; get a haircut. I was thinking about it and thinking about it, then it hit me: I have my own electric razor. I bought one about a month ago. (Have you figured out what happened yet? You should be able to see this one coming down Broadway.)

I said to myself, I just need a trim, why not? - It'd be stupid if I didn't, right? I just started off with a trim on the sides but I used the wrong attachment and it was shorter than I thought. When I added another attachment to blend the top and sides, it didn't take. So, I ended up cutting it all off.

Bob's new head

I was toying around with wearing a hat all day but then I thought, the hair has been this short before and really, who cares? I'm glad I didn't go the hat route, hell, I'm going bald anyway - might as well get comfortable with the future.

The number one comment from people was: "That's a great summer cut." With the exception of one writer, who will remain nameless, that said, "Did you get the name of the barber that did that?" He won't be getting a Christmas card this year, that's for sure.

I came in extra early to work yesterday due to the increased security in New York. These are crazy times we live in but then again, I think things were always crazy when you look back at history. This is just the new version of being inconvenienced and not knowing what's next. We'll deal, we have no choice. Getting back to coming in early - I wouldn't mind so much but they don't turn on the air conditioning until 9:30, I was there at 8:30! Nothing like starting off your day, bald and sweaty.

That's enough for today. Stay cool and safe.

God Bless America,

Bob