Gary is still coming off the steroids, and he’s having trouble regulating his temperature.
Yesterday he said, “I think it’s time to shave off all my hair.”
He’s been growing his hair all through the pandemic. It’s below his nipples now.
Yes! I thought. Oh God yes please.
He added, “I can use my beard trimmer.”
He piled his hair on top of his head and sighed. Then he swerved. “That would probably just make me cold all the time, though. I might do it later.”
So, it was close there for a second. I would like his long hair gone. Not because it looks bad, but because it’s a mess to clean up when it falls out. About half his hair is gone now, wound up in the Roomba or whichever one of the seven (SEVEN) vacuum cleaners Gary has purchased in the past year.
He has broached the subject, though. Tested the waters. who knows, I might wake up one day this week and find I am married to a hairless man.