I started the wake-up process around 4:30 this morning. I'm not sure why: this just seems to happen on Mondays. It's never a nervous feeling; more of a slow, anticipatory rousing that's gotten me to that half-asleep/half-awake state before 5am three Mondays in a row. Today's was different, though.
I fell asleep with the window open a crack last night and by the time I started to get up, it was bitterly cold, a cold that had me huddling under my beautiful new sheets and my old $30 Target comforter. This was exciting. Finally, a chance to bring out the tights! When the alarm finally sounded, it was in the thirties with gusty winds out of the north. The time had come.
Long story short, it was just absolutely awesome. Tights! Who knew? I felt great, I felt loose quickly. Most of all, I felt totally comfortable and warm and not at all like a man in tights would typically feel on Seventh Avenue at 6:15am. Tights, ladies and gentlemen.
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