If I’ve been a little less prolific lately, there’s a good reason. I’m working.
For my job, I went to Minneapolis this week for about a day and a half. They were having a cold snap — apparently cold weather happens a lot up there. Thursday morning, I was due at an 8:30 meeting, so I rushed around my hotel room to get ready. The final thing I did was take a quick shower. Generally I don’t blow-dry my hair, and I don’t put any gel or spray in it. I probably should, but I don’t. So I’m in the streets of Minneapolis with damp hair. Not for long, of course. It was 2 degrees out. I only had to get out of a cab, walk to the intersection, wait for the light and cross the street.
A breeze blew a few locks of hair in my face, so I pushed them back. I felt something funny in the back of my head, like hair gel. But that couldn’t be.
It was ice. In the course of a three-minute walk, my hair had frozen.
I liked 2 degrees. I can’t wait to go back!