It was a string of a few really nice days. Enough to make me think about warmer weather. All I really needed was my favorite red shirt. Rummaging through my dresser drawers, I could not find my favorite red shirt. Looking on my closet shelves, still no shirt. I figured my shirt had been tossed out during our Autumn move. A victim of some long forgotten hole in the fabric. I moved on.

Then earlier today, I was digging through my sock drawer (presumably searching for some sock or another) and there on the bottom were three folded shirts. All red. All waiting for me. Apparently at some time, I had thought placing all of my red shirts together on the bottom of the sock drawer was a good idea. No matter, all was good now. My favorite red shirt had come home. Welcome Spring, now I’m ready.

Me in my favorite red shirt, during happy Summer times. Well, not so much happy, but rather very risky times. I must have been very, very thirsty to take such a risk. If my shirt ever did get a hole, it probably happened right then and there.