Back in Montreal. Spending time with the family. Feeling odd about how quickly a place can stop feeling like home and start to just feel... foreign.

Not liking how I just used the word "feel" 3 times in one sentence. Not liking how there is almost nowhere on this island that holds purely good memories for me any more.

I had planned on keeping the beard. I was going to get a haircut and keep the beard trimmed, but I just had a trimming accident, so I had to remove the whole thing. No way I was going Dov Charney.

As usual, I may bring it back, I may not. It's easier to keep a beard in Placid, because I almost never see myself in the mirror. Here, there are mirrors everywhere and I never recognize myself.

So, for now, goodbye beard.

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