Vanity in the face of stress....

My husband had to get up early today. At 5:45 I found myself awake & there was no getting back to sleep. Half awake, I sat up & pulled out my pigtails, pulled a brush thru my locks, then tied my hair back & padded off to the bathroom. Contacts rinsed & in, I looked into the mirror.

Tied back, & parted in the middle, there was all this fuzz around my head giving me this frizzy, unkempt look that somewhere I had seen before. But where? It looked annoyingly familiar. Then it hit me. This is what Golda Meir's hair did when it was tied back (which was always).

This was not a good realization. My first impulse was to buzz everything off. Fortunately, I'm not one to act rashly when it comes to grooming while first awake. I learned my lesson not to trim my beard decades ago first thing in the morning. I wound up clean shaven and asking myself, "what the hell have I done?"

Into the shower, hair washed, conditioned with the 'good' stuff, then the anti-frizz stuff Sarah recommended, when I commented how beautiful her hair was. Her blond main hangs to her mid-thigh (Rapunzel!) & is nothing short of breath taking. (Get the idea I like long hair?)

I'm ready to head out the door now, surprised at how calm and relaxed I feel. Amazing how spending some time giving into a bit of vanity can make you feel human again.

March the 5th....

Tomorrow the California Supreme Court will hear oral arguments on the constitutionality of Prop. 8. They will also rule on the legality of my marriage. (along with the 18K other same gender marriages that happened while it was legal here.)

I have this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, a sense of foreboding which I'm praying is just a bit of indigestion from the quesadilla I had at lunch over at the hospital cafeteria. The notion that they could nullify my marriage is something I'm having a very hard time with.