The next day I went to get my haircut. I get two, three haircuts a year and cut my hair myself in between. If I could see the back I'd never have to pay for a haircut, mainly I go just to get the back shortened and cleaned up. The stylist said we haven't seen you here for awhile. I told her I would have cut it again myself except my scissors came up missing, their probably where ever my toe nail clippers are that came up missing, family having to move in because the economy the way it is. I continued on that my hair dryer also got broken, somehow it fell off the cabinet in the bathroom so now I have to keep the new one in my room, along with my electric toothbrush, not that they were using it but because somehow things can just fall off the cabinet. The back scratcher with the fingers though, I went on, was a big one that came up missing. She laughed. I was walking out thinking about the silence during the rest of the haircut and reflecting back on what I had said when I realized I had come full circle over what I had read you wrote about the night before. Oh well, I thought. At least I managed to stay off the topic of politics. lol.