… and fallen to the floor…
… in the form of a great mass of hair.
My friend came and cut it for me. So now…
It’s not quite so simple to just braid it all up out of the way.
I can no longer use my hair to tie up my hair.
But I also no longer need to.
I can no longer brush my wet hair forward, fresh out of the shower, and look almost exactly like Cousin It.
I am no longer in danger of thwapping myself in the face with my own hair, with a stray movement.
In short, a great weight has been lifted.
I quite literally feel light-headed.
It was such a relief.
(And for a few minutes, such a mess. Ha!)