Brevity

I seem to have shorn off a great deal of my hair. Again. More accurately, an Italian-Iranian magician with a penchant for foreign languages and sushi seems to have shorn it off for me. This probably explains why I'm still in posession of both my ears.

Unfortunately, it wasn't even particularly warm when there was hair to spare, so now things are positively frigid. Hats are required. To meet this demand, I have taken up my mighty needles once more and am knitting. This, in turn, brings the grand total of "Things Which Cause Passers-By to Stare Rudely at Me" up to 3, if one counts lack of hair and eccentric taste in pants as the first two.

Essentially: I'm still above ground and sucking air. I'll wax lyrical for your collective edification and amusement shortly. Promise.