You can call me Captain Sweatpants. When the pandemic started two years ago, sweatpants became my go-to clothing. I slept in them, did online workouts in them, walked the dog in them, and did food runs in them. When I broke my right wrist, they became the easiest thing to put on.

Despite the no nonsense convenience of it all, part of me does miss fixing up for the things — in person meetings (which still relegated to Zoom), the movie screenings, the conventions. For now, I'm enjoying other people do the dressing up for me.

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