Last night I got in the shower and lathered up my hair and what came off in my hands filled the drain trap. It took about ten minutes to rinse off all that fell out. My beard, after a good washing, looks like I lost a fight with an electric razor. I thought about it for a little while and decided that I’d wait until Finn got home today and we’d all shave it off completely together so that I don’t get mistaken for a zombie and shot down in the street.
Meanwhile, my skin has finally woken up to the fact that I’m getting bombarded with radiation and has suddenly dried out like an old piece of jerky. Between that and shaving my beard, I’m not leaving the house until I can get things looking human again.