It's not baldness. It's a solar panel for a love machine!
(Or so the old saying goes.)
Or, just to sleep through the night. The bedroom here is essentially a finished attic, like it is in all the other houses on our block. So unless someone has done extensive renovations, there is no bathroom up there. So if it's time to open the tap, I have to make the trip downstairs and back up again. And then I'm awake.
So, I have the family curse of hypertension, and am taking another med for it since the prior med didn't work. This one was supposed to be "a water pill" as the pharmacist put it. So I took it...no "water." It didn't change my trips to the bathroom for #1. Except that during the past week and a half now, I've been running to the bathroom for #2 and a couple of times, barely made it. And there seems to be a methane leak in the room more often than there used to be. So I look it up--both flatulence and diarrhea are side effects of this medicine. I may ask the doc to switch me to another. My BP, though, is perfect. Go figure.
--Count Flatula