Today the pastor is wearing oxblood linen pants with brown orthopedic oxfords, white socks, a tooled leather belt  with his name on it, black nylon web suspenders, and a blue and red striped short-sleeved dress shirt.

I feel much better about my decision to wear a sundress–albeit one with a bold, autumnal pattern–and sandals to work today.  It’s gonna be hot out.

I’m thinking about getting involved with a local anti-death penalty group.  My  calculating reptilian brain, though, realizes that that’s a less of a non-partisan nugget of wonderfulness to put on one’s resume than working to end the sex trafficking of children.   I’m thinking it over.