So okay the subject line is because there's been a lot of radio stuff on Frank Sinatra in the last couple of days and I was lstening to The Takeaway which played part of 'In the wee small hours of the morning".

And it fit with what I was going to say because I realized, again, still, whatever, that when i lost Stu, I lost my best audience. He was my best audience in large part because he encouraged me to be funny and silly. And he would have loved this one.

So I'm muttering - as i do, a lot - to myself about getting moving and getting something done and about talking myself into getting dressed. (I promised myself that today would be a slug day). And in the muttering, I found myself appreciating that we had a word for "put on your clothing". (We have one for "take off your clothing" too but that wasn't there at the moment.) And so rather than tell myself to "put on my clothing" or "get dressed", there I was - blame the season, yes absolutely - to don my pants.

Mind you, I've found myself wearing a lot of dark or neutral colors since I lost Stu - mourning traditions have a lot of weight and value for me. But this came out without thinking when I told myself, wait for it...

"Don we now our gray apparel."

Thank you. I'll be here all week.