I Found My Hair

I think I've learned the answer to my earlier question of where does the hair go when it falls out of your head as a result of chemotherapy. 

It lands on your desk at work. Or at least it does in my case. My cubicle work station is starting to look like a barber shop. And after trimming my beard this morning, I realized that I'm starting to look like I've got mange. But when it occurred to me that the alternative was to buzz my head and shave my face, I decided that I could live with mange as a stylistic choice, at least for a little while longer. 

And no, that puppy doesn't have mange, but after doing some image searches on Google, I decided that no one needs to see examples of mange. The puppy's much cheerier.