Today’s my 64th birthday. And I took this picture yesterday to accompany a post on the hellsite where I told some guy half my age that I dress for myself, not for some man, and if I want to wear jeans and my possum t-shirt to work, I’m going to do exactly that. And I did.

Yeah, that’s usually how I look at work—hair pulled back into a bun, weird Plantronics headset around my neck, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. And my, that possum t-shirt is comfy.