In the last of my dreams last night, I was getting ready for work. I had wandered into the bathroom and was attempting to do something with my hair when I noticed that whole chunks were gone. I brushed my hair back with my hands, I found huge areas of my scalp were bare except for some dark ugly stubble.

Even now, in the light of day, remembering makes me feel slightly ill.

That dream, and that feeling, seem to have set the tone for my entire day.

I think when I go home I am going to make, and eat, a chocolate cake.

ADDENDUM the First: It was a pan of brownies instead of a chocolate cake. Brownies make almost anything better.