Chop, chop.

My hair is about 2 inches shorter now, and hits just about at that bony bump at the top of the spine. Looks okay, though it's a bit shorter than I'd imagined it would be. Still, it'll grow, and I'm rid of the hellish layering that I let myself be talked into during the last haircut.

I bought some sheets for Connor's bunkbed last night and today at lunch will go out in search of a set of matching twin comforters. I'll be glad when we're all settled in. C's stressing out over the thought that my cats might scratch up his leather furniture, so I'd better make sure to re-soft-paws them pretty soon. I'm just so tired right now that I don't even want to think about moving any more. Ugh.

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