Transformation

Today, I'm on top of the world. I love days like this. I feel energetic, the sun is shining brightly, and I'm filled with a real sense of optimism and excitement. In short, I'm feeling like my old self again.

This morning I jumped on the bathroom scale, and told it the same thing I do every morning: "Lie to me, you bastard!" As if intimidated by my outburst, the wheel bounced up past the number I hoped for, then quickly retreated to its final resting place. If that lying bastard of a scale can be believed, I'm down a couple more pounds. That's a great way to start the day.

Last night after work I got my hair cut. It was the first time in nearly 7 years that I'd visited a barber (or hair salon, or whatever - who can tell what they're called these days). My wife has always cut my hair, so in a sense, it was symbolic as well as practical.

Something else nice happened when I was in the barber chair: I got flirted with. As I've frequently said, everybody likes to know that they are attractive to the opposite sex. Toward the end of the haircut, my hair stylist asked if I wanted her to thin it out a little on top (I have very thick hair). I told her, "I have no idea. You're the expert; I trust your judgement. Just make me handsome." Her reply was quite nice to hear: "You're already handsome."

My daughter would no doubt roll her eyes at the exchange, but that's only because she's still too young to appreciate the finer nuances of the social dance that occurs between man and woman.

I'm scheduled to get my cover-up tattoo (which is a tribal dragon) today after work at 5:30. I'm extremely excited about it. I'll probably go in Wednesday night for other work, so by the end of the week, I'll be good to go.

Yes, things are looking up.