Unbelievable!  Friday morning I had all my hair.  Friday midday, my hair started falling out so I had it  trimmed it to 1/4 inch.  The rest of Friday and Saturday I enjoyed how that sheared head felt -- it's an amazing feeling, especially if you've always had medium length to long hair.  The only problem is, my head would be feeling great, then I'd catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and see a complete stranger!  Feels good, looks strange!  I even played poker Saturday night in my Red Sox baseball cap instead of my wig, I was enjoying it so much.  Then, Sunday, I made the mistake of tugging on a few pieces of hair to see how secure they were and, POOF!  My hand was full of shaved hair.  I tried another spot -- more tufts of hair came right out.  After about 15 minutes, I had an interesting pile of shaved hair.  Then I made the mistake of looking in the mirror again and my hair looked moth-eaten -- full in some areas, totally gone in others.  EEK!  So now it doesn't look so cute with a baseball cap on it!  I was really surprised at how fast it happened.  Today I have very little hair.  In a day or two, I think I'll do what my friend Kathy did and yank the rest off with duct tape!