A guy just came knocking at the door. I hunkered down and looked out the window (rather than opening the door) and said, “What?” He said he was from a crew that going to be filming down the street and he just needs me to sign a waiver. I told him to hang on. Because I looked CRAZY (I am cleaning and haven’t gotten dressed yet), I went in the other room to change. What I WAS wearing was a black tshirt, black yoga pants and fuzzy slippers with my hair back. When I went to change, all I did was put my hair down, put a SPARKLY HOODIE on and switch my fuzzy slippers to Snoopy slippers. It made perfect sense until he left and I was alone to ruminate over the question, “How was that any better?”

It was just a moment of startling self clarity.