Because I blog, I do not have to guess when I did something. I find it really useful to see exactly when certain events took place. These daily entries act as my external memory. For example, today I didn't want to know when we painted the living room, or which year we went to Italy. I was just curious as to when I last had a haircut. I knew that it was in Egypt but didn't recall which month. I just searched for 'haircut' and instantly found the date of January 5th. Hum. I haven't been to a barber for more than eight months.I have sort of independently, but secretly, vowed that I'll not have my hair cut for at least another year. I can already wear a little pony tail. Maybe when it gets long enough, I can try a man bun. Or maybe, I will just let it fly and recreate my own present-day version of the 70's.