I sent a few different letters to my grandmother who is 98 years old. She lives in San Diego and she has dementia, but it's not too bad like she has sort of Lucid moments. My uncle who lives with her and takes care of her told me that the first letter that she got really brought her a lot of joy and I think that it feels like it brings her back into herself a little bit. So I've just been trying to write her since I've got, and I'm really grateful that I have the time to do that. And then in the meantime, I can support the post office.

The last time I had a "good haircut" was back in January, early January or late December. My husband had given me a gift certificate to a spa/salon that is very upscale that I normally wouldn't go to for a haircut and had a really nice cut and some highlights put in my hair. And that was before I went down to Florida with my mom. I did have my haircut once at Great Clips in Florida in early March before things really got crazy with the lockdown. So my last official haircut was in early March. Since that time I have been -- I have a short haircut, so I just trimmed my bangs, I kind of sweep it to the side and was managing to get by but I was really shaggy over my ears in the back. Of course, I had no idea what that looked like, hadn't looked, and haven't been going out anywhere to really care, so I was just letting it go.