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Top 10 Reasons to Go to Work Naked

Autumn's arrival

I was just saying the other day that I was finally ready for it to be fall. It had been unseasonably warm here, with bright sunny, even humid, days. The calendar said September; the weather said July.

However, fall has arrived in Tennessee. Today, at least, feels like fall. It was in the fifties here this morning. It hasn't warmed up all that much today and there's a breeze. I wore a long-sleeve shirt and it still felt chilly.

It is perfect sleeping weather, and my body is not providing much resistance. I could curl up a cool stretch of floor right now.

Tonight, after work, I will go home, change into boo pants, lay on the couch with a book, and, probably, fall asleep rather promptly. I'm drinking darjeeling now so that I can make it that long. (Two and a half hours to go! *sigh*)

While my wife is back on the road and I'm waiting on my monthly paycheck (come on, Thursday!), I am devoting this week to just going home after work and catching up on reading. Simplicity beckons.

NUDITY!!!!

I had two thoughts related to nudity late in the day today.

1. I wish I could go to work naked. I could be more relaxed, even as I performed drudgery, if I were pantsless. The main problem is that I can't think of a reason my co-workers wouldn't/couldn't be naked, too, if they so choose, and that would make going to work even more dreadful.

2. Today, I was listening to the record that defined my generation. The cover says it all.



Yes, it's Nirvana's "Nevermind," with the naked baby, winkie in full view, chasing Almighty God-Dollar. The watershed moment of my generation had absolutely nothing to do with pants.

I was doomed, of course.

I just started taking guitar lessons and one of the first things I learned was the riff from "Come As You Are." (I play it considerably slower - so much so that you'd have a hard identifying it as that, even when I don't screw it up.)

That naked baby, Spencer Elden, just turned 18. We're all so proud.

Actually, we're Gen-Xers. We define aloof. We really don't care.

Meh.

Boo pants!

Yesterday, all my troubles were in my pants!!!!

While I write about the evil that is pants here, generally this blog is meant to throw a humorous light on the hegemony of pants, particularly in the workplace.

Yesterday, though, my pants couldn't have been more irritating if they'd be made from porcupine quills. I couldn't wait to be home and be rid of them.

Sometimes all a man wants is to lay on the couch in his underwear, watch TV, and eat Cheetos.

I didn't watch TV. I didn't eat Cheetos. But I did crash on the couch in my boxer briefs and let the AC wash over me.

Our cats looked on in terror.

Friday and the weekend

Not much to say.

It's been the longest week ever. Tuesday night felt like it should be Friday. Last night felt like Friday.

This morning, getting out of bed was torture.

These are the times that are made for boo pants.

Have a great weekend.