No pics today; I tried to take several but a) they were gone when I got home from the walk (?!?) or b) were meh.
I wrote until late last night on a story for class, then went to bed to sleep on the ending. Got up this morning, tweaked the ending (I’d left a plot thread open; closing it felt *so* satisfying), and sent it off.
Yoga: got restless and had to stop halfway through. Went walking with the intention of walking ALL OVER. But I’d started late due to the writing, so I tuckered out from the heat pretty quickly. BLEARGH.
Then we drove over to St. Pete (we’re in Tampa now) and got haircuts with Favorite Hair Stylist Ever. I put my straw hat on (from the selfie) and she said, “You look so cute! You look like a Colombian drug lord with your linen shirt on!!!”
One of the characters in the WIP stole some of the things she said about what it’s like to cut hair. I told her, and she was like, “Yes, at one point I considered becoming a hair stylist for the dead, too” (like the character). TOO FUN.