Thursday: Gray Skies, Then Rain

Bates military boots, plain from Farah pants, navy medium stripe shirt, white T, black boxer briefs, usual Dickies socks.

On the way to work: A closed road for construction (in Mass. that means police on either end) allowed some nice sightings of construction guys doing manly things (including one that provided a nice rear view while pulling up his jeans) and a very woofy tow guy doing his thing. These views were only allowed to those walking or riding bicycles. I was one of the former.

Then, on morning break, walking through a parking lot and finding a pinch pin clutch. Given the location, most likely a cop's. The smallest things delight me. Besides, I'm missing one of mine.