So it's come to this

It's become obvious to me that I've been working from home for too long. I should have seen the warning signs, but I was blissfully oblivious. I have a pair of pajama pants that I refer to as my "daytime jammies" -- that should have told me something. But I could no longer ignore the sad truth after catching a glimpse of myself reflected in the TV this morning. I was, of course, wearing my daytime jammies, which are hideous and hot pink- and orange-striped. I was also wearing an eye mask, the kind you put in the fridge and then wear to reduce eye puffiness. The mask is green and shaped like two flowers with nickel-sized holes in the centers to see through, and it attaches in the back via velcro -- very fashionable. I was holding my elbow and wincing, because two nickel-sized holes in a mask filled with green goo does not make for good peripheral vision, and I had just had an unfortunate collision with the bookcase. All these things would be enough to make anyone look ridiculous. But what really made me examine my life was that I was wearing a potholder. On my head. It had chickens on it. I could tell you why, and it might even sort of make sense. I could even point out that it was green, so at least it matched my stylin' eye mask. But that would be beside the point. The fact is that I am now comfortable spending part of my day wearing a potholder. On my head. I think I need help.