Loving my sweats...

I got a 5am call to go help out a neighboring store. Fine, grand, especially since I got paid for it. Then I came home to relax.

Relaxation started the second I pulled on my sweats (where did I get these????) and my beaten-in Van Halen concert t-shirt. That got the mind in the right frame. Then, 2 hours later, rather than cranking up the heat I decided to add layers.

Add on some nice, thick men's tube socks and a old sweatshirt to the mix, and I have perfect, relax-all-day-on-a-cloudy-November-Saturday attire.