You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone.
Or going, as my case may be.
You see, twice today it was pointed out to me that I'm "getting a bit thin on top." I'm not sure I like that connotation, as I'm getting fatter everywhere, but thin where I don't want to be.
Alas, as I creep into my old age, I thought that other things would leave me first. I assumed libido and sense of humor would leave me long before my hair did. Yet I'm incredibly funny, and randy as a goat. Go figure.
It's not that it's a large area. It's not. It's only viewable from above, or above and behind. But I know it's there, and like I said, two people commented on it today. Normally it would not bother me, but for some reason hair was on my mind today. (I have mentioned I do daydream at times.) There's nothing I can do about it, and it doesn't really bother me all that much, so don't think I'll bust out the spray-on hair, or the Burt Reynolds custom rug. That's just a little too shallow, even for me.
I'll have to accept it, but that doesn't mean I'll have to like it.