My first thought today on discovering I was one week early for a video lunch date was Damn, I did my hair for nothing. Disappointment at having wasted five minutes with a curling iron was the latest sign I may be on the verge of giving up. I’m not the only one.
When the coronavirus quarantine took effect in March, I finished teaching my classes remotely, video-chatting with college students who appeared to have crawled out of a laundry hamper. Many wore pajamas, some stayed in bed, and only a few spent any time on their hair.
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