I’ve missed solving puzzles. Even the little ones that I have to look up. Especially those.
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My Chinese friend kept a Rubik’s Cube in his desk drawer. I brought it home for safe keeping until I see him next fall. Attempting to solve it comforts me.
I got another haircut. I was in a bad mood and could have gone drastic, but my hairdresser is a magician. She does magic with hairstyles and the people they belong to.
She gave me a cute little French doo, and I just noticed I’m wearing a top with navy horizontal stripes. I feel international. Français mignon.
I like it.