My Chinchilla

Hi Friends,

Well, tonight I'm one big ache, especially in my hands and feet, which is apparent largely when I'm not hot flashing. Giddy up. When the heat comes up in my body, I rip off my little black toque that Catherine brought me in September. I call it "Chinchilla" which, according to Wiki, is a small crepuscular rodent (please see image above). Sometimes Chinchilla sits on my shoulder while I cool off, sometimes I lose it under the couch and have to go on a hunt for it. I'm incredibly grateful for it - I had no idea how much I'd miss my hair, not only for aesthetic reasons, but because it simply keeps my head warm. How do bald folks manage?
It's fortunate that Catherine likes the shape of my head. Sometimes when I'm sitting and minding my own business, I feel a hand playing with the shape of my head and stroking my very short "hair." When Julie was a kid, she had a hamster named Spike, and this has become my new nickname. "Hello, Spike" Catherine says lovingly. At least we can laugh and have some fun with it until my new sexy Elvis hair grows in (dream with me).
Love,
Kip