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Blue and Gray Tuesday. . .

 

 

The attire for today, featuring a pair of gray wool gabardine pants and a pair of tasseled loafers, neither of which have been worn since, probably, Fall 2019 before the plague.  On reflection, plain navy socks would have been better, but this is what I grabbed from the sock drawer in my haste post-shower and shave early this morning.  

Typically, I like to be in the car headed to campus before 7am most days.  The problem with that is that it's dark when I dress now.  And I am one of those cranky so-and-so's who refuses to turn on bedroom or kitchen lights in the early mornings save the ones on either side of the mirror on the bathroom.  

Hey, it takes a while to adjust to being out of bed , upright, and moving.  Let's not exacerbate the shock and rude awakening with overly bright overhead lights. Know what I mean?

There is some kind of strange irony that I returned to school 30 years ago to get away from early mornings unloading a 50' grocery truck with a hand-operated pallet jack.  Yet, here I am in middle age, more than 30 years later still rising well before sunrise to start the day.  

Some habits never leave us I suppose.  

My late maternal grandfather must be chuckling quietly  somewhere. He used to tell the teen-aged me, much to my annoyance, "Son, the rest of the world gets up in the mornings!"

Rainy and much cooler temperatures for the latter part of the week, so the tweeds and cords cannot be far off.

-- Heinz-Ulrich





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