It would appear that my hairline is slowly returning to normal, after what I've come to refer to as the "2007 Linoleum Dome Experience". Where my (former) hairstylist shaved it down to the bone, I was balder than a potato.

Of course, I still have nothing to comb over, if I in fact did ever comb over. But there are hints of stubble now on top of my head - a sort of peach fuzz that Mrs. That Dan Guy rubs like Buddha's belly for luck. I reckon I'm still a few weeks away from needing any sort of hair product. Right now, I could wear a hat or a bowling ball, and neither would be a cause for concern once I took them off. My bristles remain at attention.

Sort of like Viagra for the scalp, one might say...

Looking back at pictures from before my wheat field was harvested, I can see the happy days where I might have chosen to part it t the left, or to the right. Most often, it was to the right. I'm left-handed, so I don't know if that had anything to do with my choice...

Now, with every passing day, the length extends, and I will once again use a comb.

Small victories...

Chow for now!!