Weed Head

First it was 3 weeks, then 40 days, and now, I've lost count.  My internal calendar looks like this:
Today, yesterday and tomorrow.   Those poor hairdressers and aestheticians. They're going broke while their clients are growing weeds.  Yes weeds..  As a result of the lock down, my mind has become a burgeoning garden of creativity.  I thought this depiction might express the inner feelings of many of us as we face total isolation and de-socialization, and a gradual descent into dishevelization. Yes.  I know that's not a word but. let's be fair, none of us really look like this woman either!

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