My step-mother called at 6am this morning. Now, she’s long been an early-riser. And with the little man in my life, my nightowl tendencies have been seriously curbed. Or, more accurately, turned on their head. But still. Naturally my first assumption was that something was seriously wrong. Well, many things are seriously wrong, all the time. But I was worrying, more specifically, about some potential fresh hell…involving someone I care for. But her tone was far too casual for that. Turns out she’d just been flipping through the morning paper and an article caught her eye. Mentioning my office, and just “what the heck” folks wear around here. Wacky. I guess there are more photos in the paper version. Thankfully I’m not in any of them.