The order of things.

Let's muse about clothing for a while.

Today: Socks

There was a time when I only made sure that I was wearing one sock on each foot. I just threw the washed socks into a bucket and pulled out two of them every morning. I figured: if someone makes the effort to find out what kind of socks I was wearing beneath way too long pants, I better give them something to think about. Today, a couple of years later, I only own black, grey and white socks. So I could have three buckets. But I rather keep them sorted.

That's enough musing for today.