Lopped off a few inches, so my nose and eyes are no longer constantly tickled by the odd strands of hair; which makes staring down the microscope a lot more pleasant. At some point, say about now, whatever advantages of longish hair may have — real or imaged attractiveness to members of the opposite sex, parental disapproval, extra $20 in my pocket, &c. &c. — will no longer seems to worth the trouble of having to hold it back when eating soup. [Sigh.]