Un-Happy Feet

Today, for the first time in months, I am wearing socks and shoes to work.  I pushed the sandals as far as I could, and today I had to relent.  No more cropped pants, either.  So sad.

My feet are unhappy, for a short time, until they will be able to wear boots.  Maybe next week?  Within a few weeks, I hope.  It must be attributable to my weird mix of hippie and punk — sandals or boots, no other footwear please.  Besides figure skates, of course, the prettiest of all footwear.

Now I’ll have lots of socks to wash, not just wee socks for the gym or mowing the lawn, but many, many socks, mostly black, which will need to be properly paired up before being returned to their sock drawer.  What a pain.  If I could afford to, I’d stock up for the winter and toss each pair in the trash at the end of the day, just to avoid the whole laundering/pairing process.

It’s amazing what can bring out the laziness in me.

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