Seems like it's poll week around here. Well, here's another one.

What put me in mind of this is that usually I am pretty well put-together for therapy appointments in what I would describe as business casual, since I'm typically coming from work. Plus some jewelry and accessories.

Today I had off and I went swimming just before therapy - so I showed up with wet hair, hole-y sneakers, torn boyfriend jeans, my faded Red Sox t-shirt and dirty Yankees cap (no, divided loyalties are not why I'm in therapy). No. 1 took all this in and raised her eyebrows at me. I explained that the cat hadn't dragged in anything stylish this morning.

It did make me realize that I do not normally see people in the waiting room dressed like that.