Girls and boys, come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street.
Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
Why why why do I have this rhyme looping endlessly through my head? I must have dreamed about our high school glee club because I can put the damned thing to music.
No time for play today for me, so go ahead without me – it’s my weekend to slave away at work. Or not. I thought I was all booked up for appointments but turns out I was looking at the wrong dates and I actually have no one booked at all. It’s so easy for me to freak myself out for no good reason. So once the doctor leaves perhaps we’ll drink a LOT of coffee. That I can handle.
AND – my hair has been growing for a week and two days, and is showing signs of normalcy, I am happy to report. And that really has nothing at all to do with anything else stated here but it filled up a bit of blog space. Depending on how the day goes, I may be back later with a post that actually makes sense. Do not hold your breath.