Here it is, the middle of June, and I’m still wearing flannel pajamas.
This is not to say that I’m actually working, wearing flannel pajamas (think the flannel suit on Wall Street, for those uninitiated in the foibles of freelance work). Unless it’s four o’clock in the morning, I arrive in my office dressed appropriately and smile every time I answer an email. Even if it is just down the hall.
Yet I’m still sleeping in flannels, under several comforters, too. Long winter’s nap, as they say, the preamble to summer solstice notwithstanding.
Only the occasional morning greets me with sunshine right now, frequently mellowing throughout the day to the gray of clouds –angry rain clouds at that.
And it’s chilly. My office stays a brisk 62 to 65 degrees.
Good sleeping weather, though.
It’s just that … with the sun rising here a little after 5 AM, setting after 9 PM, it’s such a pity to squander the light behind a veil of dull.
This of course, is just my opinion.
I’m very ready to enjoy a cup of coffee sitting outside on the deck … in a caftan, perhaps (come to think of it, I even own a flannel caftan).
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