Everyone get excited: It’s carryout Wednesday!!!
In the Before Times, we did carryout Friday but now everyone does carryout Friday and all the restaurants are too busy. “Too busy” being relative, of course.
Has anyone else been thinking even a little bit about hair, and what specifically is going to become of it now that virtually nobody can get a haircut? Mine will just grow longer and more unkempt until I more closely resemble the cursed witch I actually am, but I can live with it. Hair clips are a thing. My husband, on the other hand…I wonder.
In the olden days when we both worked in nonprofit marketing, one of the ways we saved money was by doing our hair at home. I bought hair scissors at Sally Beauty and cut my husband’s hair on-demand. I mixed my own hair color and he helped me slather it more or less evenly around my head. I guess I will have to bust out my haircutting “skills” again soon, though I will skip coloring my own hair. A couple of the men I work with have just given themselves buzz cuts, maybe my husband would be interested in doing that?
Pointless as it seems to spend any time thinking about hair, my brain prefers it to thinking about almost everything else. I see a lot of articles online about how to cope with this unfathomable reality and a surprising number of them include reminders to breathe. Are we forgetting even to breathe?!
One thing that helps me is getting this newsletter out every day by approximately noon. If it often seems less than well-planned that’s because it is! Somehow my brain has placed a great deal of value on getting this small thing accomplished by a certain time, and when I manage to do it I get a nice little blast of serotonin right in the kisser. I needed it today as I dealt with the likelihood that we will be doing this for at least another month.
I’ve been hesitant to say it like that – for at least another month – even to myself because right now it sounds like forever, and what it implies about our collective situation is so scary. Then again if anyone had told me in early March that by April 1 I’d already have made it 21 days…woof. But here we are! Here we are.
I hope that you are finding your way through this, too.