Being Bald is Cold

I feel like a total badass who isn’t bad and isn’t an ass and my head is dang cold! Today, I was back in the city for an EKG. When I left the parking lot the gatekeeper asked “here for the cancer clinic?” At first I was taken aback… like how does he know? Then I remembered, I’m bald. But, if we are looking for the rainbow in this …. parking is cheaper when you’re bald. Which, according to girl math meant Starbucks was free for the ride home. That’s a good day!

People keep asking how I’m feeling. I’m feeling like ME. Penelope on the other hand had a few too many hugs yesterday and she is in pain. People also keep telling me I have a nice shaped head. I’m pretty thankful I had not thought about the shape of my head being a potential problem so cheers to that- another rainbow - I won at something I didn’t even know I might totally lose at! It’s a good day and it’s time to sleep. In my soft toque Vanessa made me. It’s the coziest head blanket ever, and now it’s part of my pajamas.