Self Portrait In Grungy White Bathrobe

That about sums it up.

Spring is lovely. For hours at a time I'm able to forget where I am and what has happened to me. Though never permanently, of course.

Oh yeah -- I punked my hair out with a flourescent red dye. I was going to go for purple but I figured that was too much for a broad teetering towards the dark side of 60. It's subtle -- it only shows up under certain lighting conditions. The few people who've noticed it seemed quite startled by it.