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Hello Everyone:

My patience has exhausted itself writing today.  I think it has something to do with a sinus headache I have.  I took a couple of Tylenol, which seem to be finally working.  My eyeballs feel like they're falling out.  I'll try to pick it up again tomorrow or over the weekend.  Sometimes the muse decides to take some time off.  Anyway, today I got to work at home because the carpet was being cleaned in my workspace.  It was kind of nice because I didn't have to deal with rambunctious children or other people's attitudes.  I had the place to myself.  I should of put some music on.  Usually I listen to podcasts or music on the earpods.  Some days I just don't feel like grabbing my bag and walking over to the PLB Business Center.  Too lazy.  Other times, the weather is uncooperative-wind or rain.  Thank goodness for the hotspot on my phone.  Otherwise, I had a pretty nice day.  Tomorrow I'm planning on getting my hair trimmed.  I've been thinking about changing things around with my look.  I have to do that every now and then to keep things from getting too stale.  I suppose I should develop a "signature look."  You know a particular way I wear my hair and makeup that's associated with me.  I sort of have that going on right now.  I have a "signature" hair color-dark auburn.  On that note, the Sometime BF had the audacity to suggest I let my hair go back to its natural color (mousy brown) and eventually let go grey.  I'll do that the day he gets his penis pierced.  It ain't going to happen anytime soon.  Silly man.  I also would like to develop a "signature wardrobe."  I haven't fully fleshed that out but I like the idea of jeans, some knitted top, and a blazer.  It looks pulled together yet casual enough for Southern California.  Just random things I think about form time to time.  The idea of a "signature" anything sounds like something rigid. I don't really like being locked into one particular thing.  However, when I look at the women I admire, they always have a particular look tha identifies them.  You know, Hillary Clinton and her pantsuits.  I've been so careful to stay anonymous that I haven't really given this whole identity thing any thought.  Maybe it's look past time to express who I am via what I wear and how I look.