Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

All my tank tops are in the laundry, so this morning I went looking in the closet and found a white, light-weight short-sleeved shirt. I put it on and was reminded of why it was in the very back of the closet, a missing button I had probably meant to fix last fall.

I looked at the shirt, fastened the remaining buttons, and said "ah, well, it's 2020, nobody cares," which is a combination of people caring less about appearance, and me being less likely to see anyone but cattitude than at this time last year.