11/1
I awoke just before midnight to see that Bruce, in the galley, had shaved his head. Bald. I thought Mr. Clean had come to trick or treat. But, no, Bruce just wanted to have one less thing to deal with on this trip. I have assured him I will not take part in this ritual. He spent most of his watch looking for a knit cap because his head was so cold.
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