It’s 10:35 am on Sunday morning. I am sitting in my office (work week is Sunday to Thursday), wearing a lavender shirt and a black pinstripe suit, wishing I had stayed in bed!
10:32 Sunday morning, I’ve just got back from dropping the wife off at the airport to go to a professional conference. I’m wearing black suede walking shoes, grey angora socks (yes, bunny wool, not mohair), black jeans, a black t from the Venice Guggenheim Museum and a black collared cotton shirt with snap fasteners instead of buttons. Oh, and some cut-up wool pantihose as a hairband. Also an armful of those black rubber bracelets.
1:40 a.m. Sunday morning. I just got done desi-driving a bunch of people home from a party. I’m wearing my blue nightgown and a robe. I wish it were cold enough to be wearing some nice gushy slippers, 'cause my feet are killing me right about now.
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Hey, you’re in my time-zone! You in Israel too? (or does the Sun-Thur workweek apply in the rest of the ME as well?)
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Anyway – 12:30 PM Sunday (work day). In office. Wearing black cotton pants, white button-down shirt and black shoes. No suit, no tie (I’m overdressed as it is, for a code-monkey!)
Looking forward to lunch…
It’s 2:35am PST. I’m at work, sitting in my patrol car on a WiFi connection.
I’m wearing my uniform, body armor, gunbelt and boots.
11.45am on Sunday. I’m wearing sweatpants and a zipper sweater. This is the life of the rich and glamourous, people.
A pair of scrubs, faded black bottums and the blue top with the fish on motorcycles I bought for when I work peds, a stethescope around my neck. The ER’s quieting down at 3:am, life is good,
Larry
A green and white striped dressing gown. And a ball gag.
It is 11:30AM here in Germany and I am wearing the following;
A pair of jeans, black sleek sneakers and a blue shirt with a huge embroided flower on it…
8:30pm in Japan
15 year old microfibre shorts with a sort of blue/green hawaiian motif, a striped t-shirt and a pair of underpants. (No bra - cursed torture device) It’s hot here but the crickets are singing so there’s hope that the nights will cool off soon.
I have been wearing these clothes over 24 hours since I had a bath and went to bed clean. This morning (it’s Sunday) I never bothered changing seeing as I was going to spend the day sweating and doing yukky house cleaning.
In five minutes I’ll be wearing nothing and in the bath, but I can’t post from there.
Has anyone here ever been on the dope whilst in the bath or shower?? I know some people read on the loo…
9 AM on Sunday and a pink tank top and a pair of black shorts. Nothing special. It’s what I slept in.
I’ve just got out of the bath so I’m wearing grey duds and a watch. About to get dressed and have the first of what I hope will be several beers
An oversized grey and navy bathrobe and some lotion on the sunburn I got yesterday at the state fair. It’s just after 9 a.m. and most of my household is still sleeping, I’m drinking my coffee and Doping, waiting to wake up enough to do the Big Sunday Breakfast thing.
9:20am EST: Baseball cap that my dog re-styled the bill on, t-shirt with paint stains on it and rips under the pits, boxer short with a rip in the crotch. A freakin’ gorgeous ensemble!
Top half of my work uniform: navy blue Australia Post polo shirt. Bottom half is a pair of grey boxer shorts, and I’m still wearing my socks.
Almost 8:45 in Dallas. A pair of black sweat pants covered in paint and a sweatshirt back from when I was still playing softball and we’d gone to nationals in Sacramento, circa 1993. All this with a pair of sweater knit socks. …yum. 
It’s 9:45 am on Sunday morning, the husband’s still asleep and I’m sitting on the couch wearing the gorgeous nightwear my mom gave me as a bridal shower gift. cite
10:35 AM. Just got back from my weekly coffee with my pal E., and am getting ready to head over to the Garden Writers of America symposium. It’s a bit cool here today, so jeans and a long-sleeved, v-neck maroon knit top (slightly textured – like a low-profile waffle knit), and sandals. I’ll be touring gardens this afternoon.
t-shirt and shorts, sitting on my terrace, procrastinating with a cup of joe.
Running shorts and a rain shirt. It’s one of the last weekends of the summer, and I’m bummed that I’m not getting ready for the beach. Instead, I’m going for a long, wet run.