The movers packed my razor, so I haven't shaved since Thursday.
There's a thing in Judaism where mourners don't shave.
Normally I would only bother a couple of times a week, but I dunno I want to acknowledge that he's still drawing breath, even if I can't reach him.
If I could get out and about, I would buy a suit.
If I could get out and about, I would be in Texas.