I'm wearing a white shirt for the second time this week! And it only has a little bit of coffee on it. Maybe I'm turning over a new leaf, but probably not. It's not the kind of thing I consciously do; I just notice it after the fact. When I actually try to make a commitment to change, I invariably awaken the vile toad inside, who snickers, "Think again, Fat Boy!" (He hates me.) But that's neither here nor there.