Don't read this post if you're squeamish about hygiene! OK, you've been warned.
Greg recently recaulked our shower, but it turns out that when the tube says it needs 24 hours to dry, it actually means much longer. We know this because of the water leaking through our kitchen ceiling.
After we stopped the leak, Greg knew he would have to do it again, and allow a longer drying time. However, you also have to get the shower completely dry first. In other words, we're talking at least a day-long window both before and after caulking. So I haven't showered since Thursday. It is now Saturday evening. (GROSS, EW, I KNOW.) Honestly, I don't feel too bad because it's so cold out that there's no sweating going on, and I have been holed up in my office working, so I haven't even needed to get dressed, much less showered. Greg snuck in a shower at a friend's house last night.
But here's the thing: I FINISHED MY WORK! WOO! I still have odds and ends to do (like grading all of my students' final portfolios, whatevs) but my intellectual work is done. The brain, she is closed for business. And I need to celebrate! So we are going to the movies, something I haven't done since the summer. As I put on a little makeup, I pulled my hair out of its perma-ponytail and was absolutely fascinated by the amount of grease I had worked up. Like, you could deep-fry things on my head if I were hot enough. Therefore, I will be wearing a hat tonight. But I was so fascinated that I played around with my hair and created the fancy bun depicted above.
And then I washed my hands.