Nah, it can’t be

I thought I might have noticed it several weeks ago. No, couldn’t be. It was the lighting in the bathroom. Yes, had to be the lighting in the bathroom.

I noticed it again. I just need a color touch up. It’s just a very light-colored hair, that’s all, just a very light hair.

I look again a few days later – in a different bathroom mirror. I feel sort of ill.

It’s a gray hair. Actually, it’s a couple – or maybe even more than a couple – gray hairs. I mention it to my husband, who admits he noticed them some time ago and graciously kept his mouth shut. Smart man. Although, he has a couple of these ill-gotten hairs himself, so can’t really criticize.

After the events of the last 12 months or so, I can’t say I’m surprised to see some gray hairs popping up. I feel I’ve aged a decade. But I really wasn’t expecting to see these tiny harbingers of old age for at least another 15 years.

On the bright side, we live in the modern times of hair color. I will have this little problem taken care of at the end of the month and every few months thereafter.

We will never speak of it again.