Today I am wearing a dark collared shirt with brown corduroy pants. They do not go together. It’s not just that they’re not from the same species or branch of animal, but it’s rather like they’re from completely different trees.
How do I reach this state? Wind. Wind and trees and power lines.
From a mild 40-50 degree Sunday, the temperature drops and frozen rain falls. At 2:30 in the morning, the lights go out and I’m no longer typing out questions or 25 flaws or any of that other meme stuff. At 3:30, the lights come back on and I finish my work.
When I wake up in the dark at 5:30, the power is gone again, and I shower and change and rustle through the house. It’s like a really bad video game! In order to find the candles, I have to find my cell phone or a flashlight. In order to find my cell phone I have to find my manbag. In order to find the flash light I have to remember where it was kept in the dark. When I finally find candles, there is a lighter to find, except I only turn up batteries. Later, I need the batteries to listen to the radio and verify that nothing’s wrong.
And I dress in the dark.
My clothes don’t match and not once does anyone say anything. It’s like I’ve trained the entire building to overlook fashion emergencies.
Now if I could only do something about the cold.