07 Nov The Changing of the Socks

We all have out rituals, both communal and individual. With our annual “changing of the clocks” each November, I partake in my autumnal “changing of the socks” formality.

I’ve made my life easy. I wear mainly black socks. If I lose one, there are many others to take its place (as long as I continue to have only two feet). And I don’t have to go hunting for that “other” each morning. Cotton in the summer and Smartwool socks in the winter.

Yesterday, I rotated my socks. My wool ones went into my sock drawer and my cotton went into a drawer in my closet.

I’m set for a while. Thanks for asking.