…I got a haircut.
I hadn’t had a haircut for several months. Here is a picture of me from Wednesday, prior to THESIS DONE:
Here is a picture of me from today, after submission and haircut:
It ended up a little more butch than I really meant for – this is what happens when you go into a barbershop and say CUT IT ALL OFF: they take you at your word, unlike most ladies’ hairdressers – but it will grow out fluffy-floppy again within a month, and meanwhile the lightness is delightfully freeing.
A significant chunk of my life has come to… well, not an end, precisely, because ahead there is still viva voce and the report of the internal and external examiners, corrections and – if I’m fortunate – commencements, before I get to call myself Dr. Me.
But definitely a sort of period.
It’s a weird feeling.