Thursday I was invited to have lunch with the head of our denomination ¹, so I dropped of our car at my wife’s work so she’d be able to get home after work ². From there I walking to catch a train up to Bordentown, where my friend would pick me up to drive us over to his office ³.

It turns out there are days when I should just not be allowed out in public.

Dropping the car off went well. I found a spot and sent my wife a text telling her where it was. I then went over to the passenger side and began to deposit some items into my computer bag in preparation for the rest of the trip. It was at that point I noticed I was not wearing khaki pants with an electric blue shirt, brown belt, and brown hiking boots ⁴. I was, in fact wearing grey pants which clashed with every other part of my attire.

I looked like some toddler had gotten loose in my closet and pulled out random articles of clothing.

I wish I could say I’d been rushed, hadn’t had coffee, or suffered from temporary color-blindness. But the truth is I just wasn’t paying attention. My brain was off exploring whatever internal shores it likes to explore. As a result I looked like someone who had once heard about clothing coordination, but never really understood the concept. These things happen ⁵.

A bit embarrassed, I drove home to get changed at which point I called Central’s church secretary and asked her to follow me over to drop my car off and get me to the light rail station in time to make my train ⁶. It’s nice to have community connections which can help us overcome even the issues we create for ourselves.