In case you're interested, I'm wearing the flannel shirt from Monday again--minus the phantasmal pink wisp of fabric around my wrist. That has found a permanent home on the strap of my manpurse, where I feel it's weirdness and noticeability will only go recognized by that select group of people who appreciate such things.

On a similar note, without changing subjects abruptly at all, I just had this conversation:

"That guy was crazy!"
"You mean he believes in the arc?"
"What?"
"The arc--it rained for forty days and forty nights."
"He's not that crazy. He's just nuts."

I was the second one speaking by the way.