today I shall do nothing

but that which I wish to do.  I will listen to the rain.  I will read of Montaigne and Cleopatra.  I will watch "The Fighter" in mid-afternoon.  I will buy a cupcake and eat it.  Two?

No gym, no student papers to grade, no annual reports to review (okay, maybe just one), no assembling the text for a client's presentation (all right, so, just a few more texts for a single presentation), no counting calories.

An hour ago, I found this photo in my mother's wooden scrapbook. I'd never seen it before.  Never seen evidence of me this young, two months old.  So this, I think now, is how it happened, all those years later, that my son was born with a full head of hair.  And this is proof that my hair has been unruly from day one.