My usual routine is: roll out of bed, nudge the computer to life, put on clothes (athleisure - where the emphasis is on neither athleticism nor leisure), log into work.
A couple of days ago, I put my shirt on inside out and thought, Who cares? I left it that way. Besides, it was a Seahawks shirt and Russell's gone so, again, Who cares?
This morning, I didn't bother getting dressed. I just went to work in my bathrobe. Somehow, that just feels right.
Three more days. . . .
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