At 2:30 yesterday afternoon, Bacon made fun of me because I was still in my pajamas. Up since seven, I’d been writing all day without stopping to get dressed. Why break the momentum?
I’d like to say this is unusual. It isn’t. Though Bacon usually isn’t here to witness my sartorial sloth. I’m always dressed by the time the family comes home.
My favorite pjs are white cotton with blue flowers. I made them from a Laura Ashley bed sheet. Paired with fleece socks, they’re the perfect uniform for my profession. I’m comfortable sitting all day, pounding away on the laptop. They sure beat the pantyhose and pumps I wore to my old job.