I am all ready for work except for one thing.
I refuse to put on panty hose until the very last minute before going out the door. And when I get home, they are the first thing that I take OFF.
Now they aren’t really that tight or anything, but having your legs and waist and belly encased all day long in tan colored nylon is not natural. And it preys on your mind.
I have to wear the simple* things because we are required to wear closed toed shoes at work. And the only pair of shoes I have like that need some nylons otherwise, I would get a blister on my foot.
If it wasn’t for the toe rule, I would wear my Birkenstocks….
Yes chickens, I’m one of THOSE people. Although I gave up granola a long time ago because it is too high in calories.
I’m listening to Marc Cohn this morning. The CD with Walking in Memphis is wonderful. I like EVERY song on it. That says something about him as a musician don’t you think?
22 days.
I turned my calendar over to the month of September and now I can actually SEE the end of my full time working situation. 22 work days and then MY agenda begins. I’m sure I will be working harder with my body, but my mind will be at peace. I’m ready.
Okay, panty hose time. There’s no getting around it.
* Simple. A word my Granny used to say that means….. Stupid.