I have been going to bed early since I got so sick in December, and though I have been getting much better the early-to-bed (and its early-to-rise sidekick) have stuck with me.
Suffice to say that I am not normally up before 8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning.
Since I was up early, I decided to catch up on my e-mail. My desk at home is right by a window with a good view of the sidewalk across the street, and I am used to seeing a good number of dog walkers.
I am not, however, used to seeing so many dog walkers dressed in pajamas.
I don’t mean lounge wear, or super casual knit wear. I mean pajamas. Actual pajamas. (And in one case, fuzzy slippers.)
But the icing on the cake was the Hugh Hefner look-alike in red silk patterned pajamas topped with a burgundy velour robe. He looked like he was ready for a romp at the Playboy mansion, not just up for trotting two energetic puppies around the block.
Crazy!