Gratitude: Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Gimme a head with hair.

Today, I am grateful for:

Early hair.

My hair. OK, that sounds pretty niggling, but when you're my age (68 next week) having all of anything that came with the package is reason to celebrate. My hair has always been good hair.

Originally it came in blond, then red and now a brownish-redish-blond and the beard is salt and paprika. I wear a baseball cap a lot, but it's not to hide my hair; it's to keep the sun out of my fading eyes.

I think I'll celebrate this morning with a nice shampoo.