I am awake. It is 8:52 AM (Eastern Time, North America). This constitutes “normal”, in my opinuon. I am watching film footage of Paris in the 1960’s on You Tube. Nobody is wearing a tee-shirt. Men are wearing suits, women dresses. Today the international uniform style of dress consists of variants on the tee-shirt and denim trousers. For men. For women. The exception is the hijab for women among Islam’s followers.
I was supposed to make pumpkin bread for my Medieval Philosophy study group. It ain’t happening. I don’t even think I will go. I just don’t feel up for it. I need more sleep.
YouTube now features a travelogue about Sweden from 1949. In colour. Seventy years ago. May as well be 700 years.
I need to pack J’s lunch before I go back to bed.
I can now go back to sleep.
Medieval philosophy? I didn’t know that was a thing. How intriguing.
I wear leggings. All day. All night. Almost any occasion. And some variation of a shirt, preferably a spaghetti strap top with my tits hanging out. You know for decorum.
Well an exception. Tits hanging out? Sweet.