Yesterday was, of course, a bit weepy, with a number of grief bursts in the morning.
I was on my way to a prayer meeting in the evening when a woman, admitting to being under the influence of cannabinoids (and possibly other psychoactive substances), approached me and asked for a hug, because she felt that I looked like a "cleaned up Santa on vacation."
(I'm not sure why Santa would need to be cleaned up. Possibly soot?)
Welcome to Port Alberni.
(I had been considering getting a haircut and a beard trim, but if the beard at this stage causes random females to approach me on the street and request hugs, then maybe I should rethink that ...)
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