I tried to sneak back into town last night. Didn't work. When I stopped by the office to pick up some work to look at this morning, I ran into the couple that cleans the office. "Don't tell anyone you saw me!" (Part of the reason I didn't want to be seen was my scruffy attempt at a beard.)
Then I pulled in at the priests' house; wondering why so many cars were in the parking lot, I remembered the special Mass for those in the RCIA. I really didn't want them to see me looking so scraggly. Unfortunately, they all came out the door just as I walked by. "Keep my secret!"
Then, this morning, I had a few conversations about parish business, and had a visitation at a funeral home this evening, and a funeral tomorrow.
By the way, I shaved the bush off my face today, and feel much better; I really didn't care for it.