Ok. Bayliss is distressed. He’s cowering in the darkest depths of his den(my clothes closet). He has a hangy toenail. He knows I gotta nip it. And he hates that.
My hair is weird. There’s some kinda barometric falderol in the air. My hair is standing, in a poufy way, up. Not only that, my arm hairs are poking up. I noticed one really long one. Plucked it out then diverted my brain into a long digression as to why one hair on one arm would grow so long. Then I remembered I had a long eyebrow hair recently. What the heck is going on?
Picture this, a poufy haired wild woman dressed like Mad Max, armed but ducky rubber boots on, walking in the woods kicking rocks.
Would that alarm you?
I was more sedentary this past month and haven’t walked enough. So I’m getting cramps in my calves. So I kick rocks, bricks, logs. Gotta hit it right on my foot pad. Don’t wanna whack those toes. Nope.
Kicking helps the calves. I swear by it. YMMV.
Maybe Bayliss kicked a brick and broke his toenail? His hair ain’t poufy. I think the cats had fooofy tails today, but that don’t count.
An altogether strange day. And the Razorbacks lost, which ain’t strange as much as heartbreaking. 
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