I just sneezed and it felt good and I feel better and it was just a small ah-choo, not one of my famous “blow the little pig’s house down” sneezes. I had a restless night with nightmares and brief awakenings and then an early final awakening and a lie in bed period while waiting for dawn. I didn’t make dawn; I gave up and got up and grabbed a coke/diet coke, aspirin, a peanut butter foldover and my computer. I sat here looking at the news thinking many judgmental thoughts and had a good idea this was going to be a grumpy AJ day.

And then I sneezed. My spirits lifted. I know you can cry out stress chemicals, but can you sneeze them out? Probably not; more than likely I sneezed out part of some evil magic spell. Some things are just so obvious – like hitting your aching thighs with an antique meat tenderizer to simulate a massage.

I’m just spitting out these words to cover the fact I am faced with washing my hair for the first time since it was cut on Friday in a layered bob. When the stylist dried it and curled it, it looked so vibrant and sophisticated. I am concerned my attempts will end up in a mutt look. Well, having confessed, here I go to do the deed.