My hair is down because I say so. It's cool enough out and there's no Houston humidity to turn my head into a frizzball (Pervert crew will remember what it looked like Saturday night. Frizzball. My kingdom for straight hair). And I'm lazy. That too.
My mother called to say not to email her for a while, since she wouldn't reply. Apparently she and everyone else at the dialysis center have contracted a virus.
Now, is it just me, or is the thought of a bunch of doctors and nurses trying to figure out what to do about a computer virus kind of amusing to everyone else? Perhaps it was this phrase:
"My computer has a virus... I think it's ebola..."
... Yes, mum.