I'm here without power after Milton kicked our asses, fortunate over all but still we're guessing a week away from electricity and hoping to be able to buy gas for the gennys before we run out. My wife is in another state taking care of her mom, I thought I'd be dressing cute like crazy. But no, I'm working on the property damages, trying to keep the gennys running, fixing the well, taking care of my workers as best as I can, etc. No pink fog, closest I come is wearing yoga shorts and a tank marketed for women, which I was wearing answering the door for one of my guys when he came by to borrow a tool.
Now I'm alone with no expectation of visitors, but I just don't care to change clothes. Seems weird, since I could put on literally anything I have, but I don't care.
Weird.