Wet East Hastings

Yesterday we made it back to the island. I had big plans for Vancouver but the rain was brutal. I walked East Hastings and kept ducking into coffee shops. My mask was wet and fuzzed. My raincoat was helpful, mostly. But it was aggressive. I went back to A&A’s place and we watched the waves of water roll down the back alley while Amanda adjudicated a case upstairs and I sat on their couch. I accumulated white dog hair on my second jacket. I was soon covered, and I could see Adrian noticed when I slowly lifted a few and let them flutter to the corkboard floor.