Comfy

 It's getting worse. Today I wore my pjs to McDonalds, and then to go walking with my neighbor tonight.  It is a sign of age, I'm sure.  I'm clean, I'm covered, what more do they want?  If I could only figure out a way to wear them to work, I would be all set.  The only problem is that Dan doesn't want to be seen in public with me now.