I was late for work today. I took a detour through town to get my mobile phone battery replaced, and to get a haircut. My hair had reached the curious “starting to look like a yeti” stage. I’m not sure if it’s an age thing, but at some point in your life, the hair starts to grow out of the sides of your head faster than the top - it’s pretty funny.
The lady cutting my hair made the mistake of asking me how my week was going, so I kind of unloaded on her like Chunk from the Goonies - telling her about my daughters, my work, the barn dance we’re supposed to be going to tomorrow night, the lawn that needs cutting… Ok, maybe I didn’t mention the lawn.
I had an hour to wait for the mobile phone to be fixed, so wandered over to Starbucks, and sat with an orange juice and a flapjack - noodling with my old laptop, and trying to look like I was doing something tremendously important. In reality, I stalked work conversations in Microsoft Teams, and chipped in to make myself appear present.
The phone is all better now. Well - mostly, I think. I charged it up to 100% earlier, and it’s only lost a few percent during the day so far (and that included me dicking around to take a selfie earlier - a tradition I am informed, after you’ve had your hair cut).
Fifteen minutes remain of Friday, then then weekend stretches out ahead. I’m trying not to think about that barn dance - I imagine my other half is going to try and arm-twist me into wearing jeans, boots, a flanel shirt, and a hat. All I’ll need is a string on my back that makes me say “there’s a snake in my boot!”.