I’ve kept the raging modest since we got back from the trip. (Raging in the 80s sense, that is. Not raging in the always furious 2020s sense). Friday night just gone was the first time we’d eaten out since coming home. Then Saturday night we had dinner at a Sardinian restaurant with old uni friends. And last night was a small catch-up at the home of one of Janes workmates.
This has gotten worse since I started working from home full time. Now I go from my sleep PJs to my work PJs and leaving the house to go shopping or see friends requires dressing in publicly acceptable clothes, so to leave the house AT NIGHT and go to the theatre or the pub requires dressing like an ADULT and who the hell has the energy to do THAT?
Wow. John is looking for a little sympathy and ends up with people fashion shaming his avatar de jour. I feel the pain John. Used to roll out of the house on a Thursday morning with three or four sets of clothes in the back of the car and high expectations. Often returning Sunday night with my dreams shattered but the desire to go again. Now one big night out means a day in the reading chair and some prescription drugs (unlike the old days). Obviously I am not deterred by the consequences, just more aware of them.
Well I feel personally attacked.
I feel this. Acutely.
This has gotten worse since I started working from home full time. Now I go from my sleep PJs to my work PJs and leaving the house to go shopping or see friends requires dressing in publicly acceptable clothes, so to leave the house AT NIGHT and go to the theatre or the pub requires dressing like an ADULT and who the hell has the energy to do THAT?
No one knows, or needs to know, whats in the cup (actually, make it a tankard).
But I always thought you more of silk smoking jacket than flanny pj's.
Style matters, dammit!
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Wow. John is looking for a little sympathy and ends up with people fashion shaming his avatar de jour. I feel the pain John. Used to roll out of the house on a Thursday morning with three or four sets of clothes in the back of the car and high expectations. Often returning Sunday night with my dreams shattered but the desire to go again. Now one big night out means a day in the reading chair and some prescription drugs (unlike the old days). Obviously I am not deterred by the consequences, just more aware of them.