This hair is magic.  But I don't have time for magic.

I worked late last night and stopped for groceries on the way home.  Then I thought about the terrible weather and stopped for a down comforter also.  I texted my friend and told her that I felt like I was dating myself.

And I kind of like it.  Plus, I have time for that.  My mattress topper arrived in the mail and my kind mother bought me a heated mattress pad.  So I spent Friday night making my bed and it feels like the sun under my covers. 

My brother called me to see if I went to the show and he didn't understand when I told him that I simply couldn't.  I don't have energy for the getting ready part, let alone the smiling and conversing and trying to be charming part. 

Besides, I looked up the band and it looked like a flannel parade in skinny jeans and large glasses.  I bet I could tell you exactly what happened on stage, I could walk you through the bad synthesizer and the echoing microphones and the terribly abused words.

I camped out in my cozy bed, propped up on my favorite pillows.  With sushi to go and The Bridges of Madison County which left me feeling empty and so I finished with Barbara Kingsolver's Prodigal Summer. 

I have the best dreams when I read her.  And I feel more human now. 

Maybe tonight I'll have time for magic.  Or maybe I should change my hair color.