Today we adventured out and actually got our hairs cut, Ghani and I. We found this shop called Athena with a special on Monday and Tuesdays, and made the appointment. Showed up at 1:30, and she took one look at my hair and rescheduled me to where she could take an hour to do it. So at 4, we showed back up and I had it all cut off. Ghani ended up as a cute little french girl, and I ended up with a lot less hair. Only slightly Farrah Fawcett, in the best sense of the term.

The view from the windy top of Arthur's Seat.

Now I'm back off to Indiana, with a cab ordered for 5:45, though Ghani claims I'm not really leaving, and can sleep on the air mattress. Apparently, I hog the covers too much to continute to sleep with her. And something about my big ass taking over every square inch of the bed. Is it really my fault if my half happens to be near the middle?