Is every picture always worth a thousand words?
Perhaps. Rare occasions warrant the use of just two.

Deductive reasoning might lend itself to the notion that some event has persuaded me to shave part, or all, of my head.

At the behest of chemotherapy drugs, my hair has decided to hang around no longer...

Though it was not eagerly falling in clumps to the floor, it was also not resistant to any sort of contact by my fingers. Imagine toothpicks stuck upright into sand.

As the hours progress into another day, my hair may more readily leave it's post. Until then, I'm content with the stubble that remains.