It was 90 degrees last week, and I’m still sleeping in my winter pajamas.
I pulled down my seasonal clothing storage box, intending to swap my winter sweaters for the linen pants, when I realized that it was futile. Sure, I’ll wear my summer pajamas, but linen pants? Do I really think I’ll be leaving this house before it’s sweater season again?
I decided to bring out one summer shirt and one summer pair of pants, in case I have to, I don’t know, drive to a funeral where we will all stay in our cars, as is the custom at funerals now.
I do need a gardening ensemble, but I might just might end up using my painting ensemble for that. I’m sure the neighbors won’t give me odd looks, because the painting ensemble is a step up from the pajamas they see me in whenever I get the mail.