Shades of grey

Well, it would seem that last post didn't exactly light the heather on fire, did it? Never mind.

I've been typing so much at work the last two days that I think some sort of carpal tunnel syndrome is setting in. So this will be fairly brief.

This post by the lovely Bugs got me thinking about hair. Specifically, about finding my first grey hair about a month ago.

I've been, um, enhancing my natural hair colour with the aid of some, um, enhancers, for the last ten years. So it's safe to say that the real colour doesn't often see the light of day. But with all the traveling back in November/early December, there was a gap where the roots made a break for freedom. And the light in the bathrooms in my parents' house must be better than here, because there it was. A big grey hair, right at the front. I immediately did what any self-respecting hair color enhancer would do, and freaked the fuck out, while clawing at my scalp, wailing about my waning youth.

Oh, but wait, it gets worse. Because I couldn't help but notice yesterday, what with all the fossicking around that goes with cervical mucus analysis and charting, that...well...how do I put this? There were clear indications that in terms of grey hairs, the carpets match the curtains.

A little Google action has revealed that the average Caucasian begins to go grey at 34. So, at least I am right on schedule with that one. Great.