I not only got my hair cut yesterday, but I also got it cut with it parted on the proper side, which does make a difference. I had been parting it on the opposite side for quite some time to cover up a slightly balding spot, but my hair has grown long and healthy enough so that this is no longer necessary. I must say that it looks much more flattering now, but I will let you be the judge of that and I include this photo of me, which I took when I just got home.
I had to get used to my hair being parted on the right side and kept pushing it in the wrong direction, but I think I am getting the hang of it now. It does naturally want to stay this way, so whatever I do to it, it goes back to how it wants to be. It has a mind of its own.
It was cold this morning when Tyke and I went for a walk because it was only 5 degrees Celsius. I was barely dressed warm enough. Well, maybe I am exaggerating a little bit, but I was glad to be back inside again. I haven't resorted to turning up the thermostat and will only do that when it gets too chilly in here. I will put my bathrobe on over my clothes and wear extra socks before I do.
I dreamed last night that Tyke and I were caught in the snow and that Tyke couldn't make it home and that I had to leave him behind. I sure as heck hope I never have to do that in real life.
In a while I am going to see my psychiatrist to talk about my transformation into a gay woman and my big date tomorrow. I don't know what to expect of this talk and I have no preconceived ideas as to what I want to talk about. I am going to be as surprised as my psychiatrist will be. Maybe it is all as simple as I now think it is. I feel pretty level headed and calm, but I may feel different tomorrow. I have no fear in my heart and won't try to present myself any different than I am. I will be the whole me.
I have to go grocery shopping before the weekend and I suppose the best time to do that will be this afternoon. I have the shopping list all ready to go and even know the prices of what I am going to buy. I am prepared like the proverbial boy scout. The best thing about doing the groceries, is that I will be able to get vanilla custard, because that is the treat I always get for myself. It is the least of the 'bad for me' foods that I can eat.
It is funny how life turns out. You can not anticipate too much of it.