I just saw a man in a red flannel bathrobe on the sidewalk leaning into a car window to talk to the driver. Last weak at 6:30 AM my neighbor was standing in her backyard barefoot in silk pajama shorts and short-sleeved top. I was wearing my thermals and jeans and sweatshirt and coat neck gator and hat.
I never saw my parents in their bathrobes let alone my neighbors. Now I see people wearing fuzzy slippers or flannel pajama pants at the bus stop.
What's up is down, what's down is up. It's just wild.

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