maybe sweatpants are my vibe now

emerging from the quarantine cocoon in comfort + congruence

I’m writing to you from the scene pictured above. I’m sitting on my hearth with my back to the fire, still wearing my rainbow-striped pajamas well into the afternoon hours. Both of my kitties are stretched out on the furry rug in front of me, having fallen asleep after chasing rainbows around the room, as a solar-powered prism spinning in the window is throwing colors everywhere. (Best cat toy ever — and one that brings utter glee to their rainbow-loving human who writes this aptly-titled newsletter.) The human who should probably get dressed and go write this post in a café over an $8 spicy chai, where I could people-watch and enjoy the din of cups clanking against saucers, murmured conversations, and trendy playlists.

But these pjs are just so damn comfy.

Prior to the pandemic, my preferred space for writing was in public, among other people and ambient sounds. My weeknight and weekend calendar used to be dotted with happy hours, dinners out with friends, date nights. I saw my thera…