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Today was the day of the pandemic on which I cut off all of my hair.

I had let it get really long. It never looks very long, because it's so curly, but back in July I stretched it out for a picture -- my hands are at my waist.

The first time I gave myself a dramatic haircut the stakes felt a little higher because I had to go back to work the next day. But now-- who cares? It will grow out by January. The next time I get a professional haircut she may well say "who the HECK put these layers in the back of your hair?!" Oh, well. I won't be the only client who looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and said "this is a good day for a big change."

Heck, maybe I'll dye it blond to boot.