My husband and I finally get our hair cut, and I'm also getting my gray hairs dyed. We look pretty shaggy. I think I notice my gray roots a lot more than others, though. I've already tested Hubby on what he should say to the hair stylist for me. He needs to translate since my hair-related Czech is basically nil. Anyone who's ever seen the movie "Lost in Translation" with Bill Murray will know how crucial thorough translations should be. Even so, I hope the stylist does a good job. My curly hair is not easy for many stylists.

Today is when we HOPE my husband's friend will go to my old psychiatrist. He goes at 6 pm Eastern US time (12 midnight our time - Central Europe), so we won't know what happened until tomorrow. My old psychiatrist is the dearest man I know, after my husband. I know he's even doing them (or rather me) a favor by offering a 6 pm appointment. He's getting older and has long since started ending his work days earlier than that.

Speaking of dear mental healthcare providers, yesterday one of my old therapists responded to a blog post I published. The post was the first since about five months ago. I know why she still follows my blog. Really, I should likely have never even shared my blog address with her. In any case, some doctors and therapists just disappear from our lives when we quit them, or otherwise. She (and my old psychiatrist) not so quickly. I mentioned that my old psychiatrist wants me to "check-in" by email on occasion. I've been thinking about that. Of course I don't wish to totally cut the cord to him, but at the same time what should I really write. If I express some distress, what should he do? If I keep saying "I'm doing OK", that seems...I can't think of good words...not boring. Not a waste of his time. I don't know.