Shirts

I have a new shirt.  It's clean and fits really well.  My other shirts, the ones I've had for years that are comfortable and smell like me, are wondering how long I'll be wearing the new shirt.  After all, most of the time I throw new shirts in the laundry pile after a few weeks, refuse to do the laundry, and just find another new shirt.  So it's not that the other shirts are unfounded in their wondering, it's just that it makes me frustrated with them, the other shirts.

I like that the new shirt isn't like the other shirts, its more casual, its a jersey tshirt of sorts.  There are moments when I wonder about the fit, even though I've already decided it does fit, and I tug at it a bit.  But there are also moments when I forget I'm wearing it because it just ... fits.  Does that make sense? To me it does.

I've got other things to say ... lots of other things to say.  But for today I just thought I'd tell you about my new shirt.