The word cadence has emerged into the fore of late, spurred, I think, by email newsletters and the question of how often they get sent.
Meanwhile, my haircut cadence has emerged as 104 days: leaving a meeting downtown today I was stuck with the sudden urge to be shorn and so I headed to Ray’s. At the time I didn’t know that it had been 104 days since my last haircut, which, in turn, had been 104 days since the one before that.
Ray’s was pleasantly empty, so I got sat right down. “Off my ears, out of my eyes, off my collar,” as usual. About the vaguest directions you can imagine.
I suppose I should pencil in a haircut for September 28. Or just have confidence that my cadence juju will carry me there.