Shorn

While the aforementioned defragging has not yet taken place, yesterday brought about some much-needed de-shagging.

Zach's brother (happy belated birthday, Cyrus!) saw me a couple of days ago and thought I bore a striking resemblance to David Hasselhoff.


I maintain that the look was more A Man Named Brady.

You be the judge.


Either way, I am now fro-free and much, much happier (although not remotely photogenic).