Meandering gently through town today, reflecting on the particularly tough hand that seems to have been dealt to many of the people I know in just the past few days: multiple deaths (not the people I know, but deaths of people they knew, if you see what I mean), serious illnesses, trips-of-a-lifetime having to be cancelled due to laughable incompetence, stupid injuries that have turned really quite pointlessly nasty - lots and lots of equally ghastly stuff.
And then I caught my reflection in a shop window in town and thought: 'Good god, this is the best my hair has ever looked.'
I nearly had it cut very short last week, as well. Funny how things turn out.
UPDATE: It's back to normal now. Tch. I must walk the streets as a mortal being once again.
(mutters) Stupid mortal beings....