Have you ever been completely naked except for your socks and shoes?

It’s a really odd feeling. You feel like you’re ready to go out and do things, but no, no you are not.

I won’t tell you how the situation arose, but extremely recently I have found myself completely naked except for socks and shoes (Argyles and Oxfords). I find it quite delightful.

I wanted to go outside into the yard and did, “The dogs have to pee,” I told myself as I walked past my flannel robe.

I have two dogs, Daisy and Duke, and the three of us peed in the pale moonlight. Even though it was dim, I could tell the two of them were looking at me weird.

“Is Mike ok?” they seemed to wonder.

I’m fine, babies. Very fine.

Back inside, I thought it would be cool to continue to be completely naked except for socks and shoes, and so I am.

I poured myself a relaxing glass of Appleton rum and am sitting here on Tumblr typing this.

My seat is leather and my ass is naked. Shimmying for comfort does not appear to be an option. I seem to be quite stuck.

Will they find me here tomorrow, dead? Plastered to a leather chair, Tumblr open on the laptop, completely naked except for my socks and shoes?

Man, I hope so!