This morning the long johns came out of the drawer. I hate long johns. If nothing else, they greatly complicate the matter of wearing a prosthetic leg. This winter I’ll probably give in to the temptation of cutting off a pair’s left leg at the knee and see if that works better. Every winter I say I’m going to try that, but deliberately mutilating perfectly good (necessary) clothing is a sin.
This will be my seventh winter here! Still hate it. I wish humans could hibernate.