De trop.

I finally washed my hair this morning, and fortunately, I don't think it's going to be too bad of a scar.  I still have that gauze attached, which means I'm scarfing it out in public.  I wore a scarf to work yesterday and nobody said a word.  Well, my old boss gave me a hard time, briefly, but I started describing in detail a purse string suture, and that shut him down quickly.

Meanwhile, life goes on.   I am using the Crock Pot to make some peach butter, which I'll can and share with friends and family.  I'm seeing biscuits, and I'm seeing maybe some bacon...

I think Matt and I are going out for dinner.  I need a little daylight, I need to not cook.  I also need a neck massage because favoring my skull has left me a little "stove up".

Other than that, it's all good.  I'm healing, I'm happy...

I watched some seriously crap TV during my recovery.  Including Bill & Giuliana... wow.  After that, a few hours of Big, Rich Texas.  There are some serious a-holes in this world...

So I need to be away from the house a little, it's for my safety, sanity and such.

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