As I prepared to head into the office for one of those rare visits to fiddle with hardware, it occurred to me that I had not slipped on a pair of blue jeans in over eight months, since Christmas. First was  The Medical Ordeal, which precluded wearing stiff fabrics with thick seams (yowch). Then a virus started going around preventing me from going to work after my recovery. I mean, I wear pants, they’re just primarily pants from Prana, specifically their “Sutra” pant which…OMG, they don’t make them anymore?! Good thing I have like four pair of them. The last pair that I retired lasted eight years, so by that math I have a lifetime supply.

Anyway, a pair of those stretchy, yoga-ey Sutra pants, a black or gray wool t-shirt from…hmm, don’t remember, and that’s been my uniform since about Christmas of 2019. Since I might be seen by other people, I broke it up a little today with a cotton t-shirt from a BMW motorcycle dealership in Fairbanks, AK.