A friend says it perfectly: mildew is a fatal condition for fabric. Oh yeah. I've reserved the zipcar for tomorrow when I will head out into god forsaken northern Virginia suburbia to begin the process of replacing my mildewed clothes. I think I'm going to REI first where I can get tank tops, teeshirts and pants that make sense for the way I live my life. Round one will be work clothes. Next I'll attempt buying a few nice pieces. The next level up after REI is probably Nordstrom or Macys. Those places give me the willies, but I can do this!
One thing that came to me while thinking about what is for me a monumental task - buying clothes - is that in the past I've taken along various friends who love to shop for clothes. My thinking was that somehow their affection for the process would rub off on me. Today I'm realizing the error in that logic. I need to go shopping with someone who shares my distaste for buying clothes, but wears nice clothes and looks good. Duh!
I wonder if I know anyone who looks good but hates clothes shopping. Hmmm.
As for the tattoo, I'm thinking about adding the marks that indicate vowels, a dot above the first and third letters, and a "T" under the first letter. It would be a slight alteration that might soften its appearance. Given my reaction to receiving this mark, I'm in no hurry to make the change. I'm just thinking about it.
Two more days to August. Ten days until Mercury goes direct. Bring it on.