I'm not a nudist or anything, but there are some days that I really just don't want to be wearing clothes. Either they feel too constricting, or they are bothering my skin, or some combination of both. On those days, I pretty much just want to go about my business wearing nothing but my underthings and life would be grand.
Today was one of those days.
I can't really go to work without clothes (though because I work alone most of the day, I wonder how long I could get away with it), so I had to get dressed. I chose my most comfortable slacks and a soft sweater.
The thought of wearing socks today repulsed me, and I figured I would only be outside today going to and from my car. Even though it's November, I rationalized I could get away with wearing a nice pair of black flip-flops.
My feet were loving the freedom, but by golly my office was cold today. I could have sworn there was a draft or something under my desk.
Then my sweater started bothering me. I'd scrunch up my sleeves so that less skin was irritated, but then I'd get cold.
It was a no win situation.
So, now, I'm finally home. In my warm house. My sandals are off. My sweater is off. My hair is down.
I'm finally comfortable.