From the Simple Pleasures File

A justified midday change of clothes is always a treat. Exercising, being in court, traveling in the rain—there are plenty of perfectly enjoyable activities that leave you (where by “you” I mean “me”) eager to get out of the clothes involved. The set of clothes that take their place are consistently especially pleasant. Soft cottons are softer, crisp creases crisper, familiar fleeces fleecier.

I’d apologize for the lameness of this sentiment, but my apologies wouldn’t make it any the less true.