Last week, The Auteur told me that it looked like my hair was starting to thin on the top of my head.  I pulled out a mirror and saw exactly what she was talking about.

Losing my hair.

This is not going to sit well with me.  I will shave my head before I get a bald spot.  My hairline has managed to outlive those of my closest friends and I refuse to allow it to wither away now.  A Scorched Earth Policy, indeed.

I mean, it’s bad enough that I notice myself gradually getting nearsighted…