Middle of the night reading

For some reason, teenagers seem to think they look better making kissy faces. This is the result of Naomi's recent hair dye job. Wish she'd go back to her original beautiful color but at least this is closer.

Yesterday it was decided that I should have 'fall' hair instead of my very light blonde summer hair. Whatever. So now my hair is more carmel colored. I think I prefer the light blonde especially since it looked good with my  new pumpkin coat.

Today was intensive study day. No time to exercise but I guess I needed a break. Naomi needs to know how to deal with patients having various chronic conditions. There was a bit with her needing to diagnose certain conditions using 4 out of her 5 senses; the one missing being taste. No licking of your patients apparently though cystic fibrosis gives patients very salty skin. But just last night when insomnia drove me to read Love in the Time of Cholera, one of the characters, a doctor, diagnosed diabetics by tasting urine for sugar. Yum. This was before test strips though one of the discoverers of insulin's function set urine out to dry in the sun. If it attracted ants, it was assumed sugar was within.

I am liking Love in the Time of Cholera better than A Hundred Years of Solitude. Someone years ago gave it to me eagerly as it was her favorite book in the whole wide world and life changing etc but I just could  not follow it or appreciate it and have felt guilty ever since.

We had Mom's group at the  half-off margarita night place. I am still woozy from my peach and pomegranate margaritas. But nice company..