I keep going to put my phone in my pocket, but I have no pocket, because I’m wearing no pants.
Measuring my progress as a dad by my increasing willingness (nay, enthusiasm) to venture outside wearing only my underpants.
When delivery men bring me parcels I am invariably in my dressing gown. I can’t help feeling bad about that.
“Computers. How they were invented — how they work — what they can do, both now and in an exciting future.”
I wonder if K. N. Dodd Ph.D predicted that computers in his “exciting future” would mainly be used for looking at people in various stages of undress, grammatically-challenged cats, and grammatically-challenged cats with clothes on.
Accusing look from bathrobed woman doing tai chi in her courtyard makes me wonder if the windows at the office really are tinted.