Later this morning I’m heading over the the nursing home to see Kathryn and then, early this afternoon, I am taking my head in to have the hair worked on and the roots colored. We are having a long learning curve with the shades my hair is turning. The sun is changing the color; washing it is changing the color; sneezing may be changing the color – all those little dye-let molecules taking the fast train out of town.

But, hey, that’s no reason not to go back in and stick my head in another vat of chemicals. Life may or may not be a cabaret, but my head is getting a little honky-tonky.

This morning I awoke at a little before six and got up to have some nice, quiet daylight time to myself. As I pushed stuff here and there to make room for me on my corner of the porch sofa, I turned and saw Cameron (new name Buck) staring at me from the double doorway that leads to the living room. He was grinning and he sat down and talked to me for 75-90 minutes . . . Oh, he’s BACK!

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Much later. Let me add this: When Buck and I left the porch, he looked at Sydney stretched out on the floor and waiting to be petted. And he talked about wanting to keep the memory of Sydney looking like that in his “square head” forever.