Taking care of numerous little things from home yesterday. Can't recall any of them this morning beyond an interesting Zoom meeting about a possible project, but as with so many of these kinds of things in various occupations, you need to get 'em off your desk before you can proceed with other things.
So, a bit more relaxed with the corduroy jeans and venerable suede camp moccasins sans socks, but still reasonably well pulled together. No need to look like I've rolled out from beneath a garbage bin somewhere just because I'm at home, right? In fact, I enjoyed this particular combination of items so much, that I kept it on through dinner, only removing the blazer to read to and tuck in The Young Master at 8:30 yesterday evening.
Pajamas and another mug of coffee followed before continuing with the rest of the evening, which included an enjoyable couple of hours in bed looking at ski equipment online before The Grand Duchess joined my at 10:30 for a new episode of (Don't laugh!) Call the Midwife via Netflix.
I know. I know. Call it one more of my guilty pleasures.