laundry day

One of my many oddities:

When I do laundry, I often wear my nicest clothes. Slacks, nice shirts, semi-fancy shoes. This is because on most days, I'm wearing jeans, steel-toed boots and a t-shirt or a relaxed button-down that's a little wrinkly. But I still have nice and semi-nice clothes from when I was an upstanding citizen of the white-ish collar world (I was more of an egg-shell collar, not entirely white). Also of note is the fact that most of that clothing is from a time when I weighed at least 250lbs. Some of it is from when I weighed in at a mighty 300lbs. So, needless to say, these are baggy, shapeless affairs. I have been attempting a wardrobe update, but it is slow going.

So, today, I am looking positively yuppie. I can walk through downtown Portland with my head held high, knowing I look like I belong there. But my secret smile is in knowing that I'm an agent, a plant, a rogue hiding in plain sight. But an agent for whom? That has yet to be determined, I think. Perhaps I am ronin. Sword for sale. Hmm, yes, I like that. :)

...then there are the days I wear a cheap robe, a t-shirt, and boxers. Those are either the really really good days, or the really really bad days.