Due to the coronavirus pandemic, I've been locking myself down until I think it's safe to go out again. To alleviate fear and stress, my writer's group has put together a daily “morning pages” get-together on Zoom in order to touch base before starting the day. Here's some of my brief thoughts.
Well I'm sad to say that I didn't escape 2020 intact. No, I don't think I have COVID. But I did dun goof up my haircut:
I was trimming my hair making some final adjustments when I noticed a few stray hairs near the back that needed trimming. Forgot that trimming hair where there is a lot of hair requires using the lifting plastic thing or whatever. Stopped after one buzz and then decided against a full buzz since that just isn't me, and I need to look okay-ish at least in the front because still have meetings and such.
You know that? I think I'll own it for now. I'm calling this cut the 2020 deluxe. It's a basic haircut with one giant fuckup somewhere.
I'm not too worried. I've never been too attached to my hair, or cutting hair. It's head grass, I'm mowing my head grass and in 3-6 months it'll grow back enough where I won't even notice it. And I'll cut it again then! But it is interesting during a rather bland Christmas season.
Don't know why but I was pretty sick on Christmas Day that prevented some traveling into the city that I wanted to do. Sitting upright, talking to a friend online, and feeling like I wanted to vomit (again) is not how I expected to spend Christmas in general. But I did manage to get a lot of sleep in the afternoon, which somehow did not cut into my sleep time in the evening, so I guess my body needed it.
Kind of crazy to believe that it's Saturday now. Feels like the holidays just started, and work is on Monday. Eh. With how the holidays are going this year, work might be a reprieve.