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On these warm, sometimes sultry, August nights I really like sleeping in these v-neck cotton undershirts. I have a small rotation of shirts I sleep in during the summer, but those cotton v-necks are especially comfy. After an evening bath with the boys the feeling of that cotton just makes me feel like it's time to settle into evening cozy time, even though I'm not gonna do anything particularly cozy except read my book and go for a cicada-serenaded walk.

In the morning I usually trade out the undershirt for a work friendly polo shirt, maybe the occasional necktie if I have an important Zoom call with a customer or my boss. He always asks me why I'm wearing a necktie and I always give the same sorta honest answer: "Wearing a necktie makes me feel more official, and if I feel official then maybe one day I'll be official." That's not exactly what I say, but close.

This morning as I was getting set for my pre-work 30-minute walk I thought about how I always put a work shirt on and then walk and come back all sweaty and either change my shirt (actually I never do that) or just start work sweaty and slowly dry and get suitably sweaty-stinky (the thing that happens every day from June through mid-September). I don't actually know if I get stinky because I just can't sense it anymore, like how a dog-owner's house smells just peachy to the dog owner but the guest is very aware of the doggy-ness of the house, sometimes mildly and sometimes invasively. I worry about my invasive sweaty stinkiness so I just never ask my wife and she politely never brings it up.

So I went for my walk in my comfy white v-neck undershirt and enjoyed another humid August morning stroll and came back all sweaty, especially my back where my shoulder bag rests and causes a pretty impressive sweat patch atop my left kidney. I plopped down at my desk and started my nine AM meeting in said sweaty undershirt and didn't change into a dry, summery button down until lunch time.

It occurred to me that my undershirt is clearly an undershirt and my neighbors are probably thinking, "What the heck is that gaijin doing?" Joke's on them, though. I'm the comfiest dude around.

Also summer break is almost over and Eri took the boys to the bookstore this morning. They love the bookstore. It's so stimulating...



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