I looked cute for approximately 95 minutes today. Long enough to get dressed, walk to two different banks, pick up the mail, pay rent, and consider walking to the post office before my body remembered it had been awake since three this morning. At about that same moment, my black stretchy pants caught my eye and I noticed how lonely they looked without me wearing them. How could I let my black stretchy pants feel so degraded? So I put them on. And my sock slippers. And a llama hat (don't tell Mr. F, he'll expect me to do this regularly!). Then I made my third cup of tea for the day, popped in Pride and Prejudice for the ninety bajillionth time in my life, grabbed my book, and gave up on life for the rest of the day.
Sadly, Mr. F is in a similar state today, but he has to work.
Moral of the story: taking ice cold showers when your hot water switch is broken and you have no other option for cleanliness leads to head colds and sleepless nights. And lots of tea drinking.