I don’t know about you but the action I’m taking right now is to pluck my eyebrows. It started the night before last and that was prior to the Governor’s announcement that basically everything would shut down, so I was ahead of the game, mystically anticipating a period of isolation where things could grow back without much public scrutiny. Last time I went at my brows like this was 1981. There was no crisis then, except I was in seventh grade and my eyebrows were among few things I could control. So control them I did, like, really close to the mirror, in hindsight probably too close as in not once did I step back to check along the way and so we had this.

For comparison, here is that year’s unfortunately timed school photo (right) and the previous year (left).

If you’ve done something stupid just prior to a social isolation, congratulations, because now you have time for things to grow back. Or maybe you did something stupid a while ago and now you can revisit it more thoughtfully, like, step BACK from the mirror every few minutes, remove only the STRAY brows and not NEARLY ALL of the brows.

The Fool says, the unknown isn’t some great gift unless you make it that. Unless you need a great gift right now. Give it a shot. Back away every few minutes to check your work and then, then, keep going.