One of the many minor irritants resulting from all non-essential businesses being closed for 6 weeks is the inability to get a haircut. I was ready for one a month ago. I really need one now. But all the barbershops are closed and I live alone, so no wife to cut it for me.

However, she used to cut it for me so we owned a men's barber kit. This morning I decided to get it out and try using it myself. Now Laurel has been gone for 3 years and she was sick for a year before that. So it hadn't been touched in quite a while. That means I had to try to find it. How hard could that be?

Very hard, as it turned out. As I'm going around the house, searching in closets, drawers, cabinets, etc. my cat came running from wherever she had been sleeping to see what I was doing. I told her, nothing for you to see (move along). I'm looking for the barber kit your momma used to cut my hair. Yes, I talk to my cat. Often. Don't judge.

Eventually I gave up looking and sat down at my laptop to pay some bills. I always open my email first because I get email reminders with links to the various websites. So I open my email and, as usual, a targeted ad opens up in a sidebar. This ad was for gaiter masks with designs on them, as I had been trying to decide which ones to buy. The ad then reloaded and was replaced by another. Nothing that doesn't happen all the time. This ad was for a man's hair cutting kit.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I have not been searching online for barber kits. No need I already had one, or so I assumed. But yes, I did say out loud to my cat that I was looking for one....

Is Alexa always listening?