Last night, I was beat.  As I sat down on the couch, I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my dress shirt.  Perhaps a few too many.  Chest hair was a showing.  Top of belly exposed.  Air flowing all around the upper regions.  A little much, sure, but I did not care.  I was beat.  I was on my own couch.  I was okay.

Flash forward to this morning.  I sat in a meeting at work.  Suddenly, I thought I felt air.  Air passing over my chest hair.  I looked down.  Nope all buttoned.  My mind was teasing me.  Teasing me of freer days.

Summer thoughts of shirtlessness are alright.  Brain just please wait until 5.