so much to contemplate

Before I even open my eyes this morning, I know.

I've had trouble sleeping. And last night, around 12:30, I take a Tylenol PM. The headline as I go to sleep is that Hope HIcks has tested positive for COVID-19 and Trump is awaiting results.

Early this morning my phone wakes me. Non-stop pings. And I know, with certainty, what the pings are about.

In today's world, it's easy to stay informed, even with your eyes closed.

I turn on the news and all the pundits are speculating.

What does this mean for the election?

Who else might have it?

Did Trump know about Hicks and still go out campaigning?

How sick is he?

What is his treatment, if any?

Is the US at risk with its President sick?

And on and on.

I'll leave all the what if's to those more expert than I.

Instead, I'll concentrate on a more personal aspect of life. Hair.

On Tuesday I have the Cezanne treatment. I like it so much better than keratin —  that leaves my hair stick straight and flat. This only does initially.

I wait two days and wash my hair today.  I blow it dry in five minutes and its more manageable, softer,  and frizz-less.

I don't even mind that it's multi-colored. The texture feels great; much less dried out than before.

I know its vain, but it's a lot less traumatic to worry about how my hair looks than to contemplate the state of our world.

At least I have a little control over the former.