From here it was onward to my seventh haircut of this year, one so horrendous that I feel like going into hiding until it grows out. I essentially did go into hiding for the rest of the day, working to craft some sophisticated Level I Latin prose for the reading comprehension test that will be given at this year's Virginia state Latin Convention.
I took a break from writing silly stories to enjoy a wonderful workout, still sore from yesterday's. After an hour of angsty Ingrid tunes and Eminem beats, it was back to my desk to write another Latin passage and more questions. I set a target for myself and promised that I'd accompany the family to dinner if I could reach it.
I ended up achieving my mini-goal, and, after dressing up with the sister, found myself on the way to Georgetown for a dinner out at Mien Yu, a cool Asian fusion place which was awarded the title of best restaurant bathroom in the D.C. area.
We're on our way home now, and I'm hoping to write a third Latin story and the remaining questions on my test before calling it a night -- or pulling an all-nighter . . .