Pyjamas are life
I do it with an old shorts or baggy pants, depending on weather. Often shirtless, barefoot. Feels good.
But I can’t remember the last time I even had pyjamas.
My wife has banned The Chair.
Otherwise it’s tees and cargo-shorts; but the Outside clothes needs to stay in a closet anyway to reduce the pet-hair-removal effort before I leave the house.
I am living the shelf life. Just rows and rows of shelves. I can see all my stuff. I can throw all my stuff where ever.
The shelf life is the way to be.
She hates jeans but wears jeans?
I don’t even own a pair of jeans