You learn that casual Fridays have become naked Fridays.
It started out innocently enough. I had just stepped out of the shower and the telephone rings. Making a dash for the desk I picked up the phone and had a conversation.The conversation lasted a little longer than I expected so I sat down on the desk chair, a little scratchier than usual. I felt like a second cup of coffee so I poured it.The conversation continued onward, I decided to check my e-mails and became intrigued with a new stumbled-upon website.
The call-waiting beep interrupted my conversation and I answered it. It’s the insurance agent getting back to me with the revised policy coverage and reduced premiums I requested. I put the agent on hold and asked my friend if I could get back to him then returned to the insurance lady.
I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror across the room as I was sitting with my legs propped up on the desktop and my neck cradling the phone while my hands sift though insurance papers. I looked like a layout from a 1960’s nudist magazine portraying a day in the life of a “skin farm” manager.The fact that I was conversing with those that I know and those that I don’t “au natural” seemed strangely natural.
Call me crazy, but I think I can get more done without the con- straints of clothing. My mind feels free, although I have noticed that I seem to “shed” more than I imagined and I’m a little more sensitive to fluctuations in room temperature.
I will however pass on the following words of advice to any of you who might consider taking the plunge. Shoes do indeed guard against stubbed toes, cooking is definitely a “proceed at your own risk” activity and above all answering the front door is never a good idea.