We on the editorial staff were encouraged to join the pajama theme. Sorry, no can do. I don’t own a decent pair of pajamas. I am not going to walk around the office in boxer shorts and a t-shirt.
The last time I had a stuffed animal, it was a dog and I was about four years old. I haven’t seen it since. The parting must have been traumatic because I ended up throwing my life away as Numismatic News editor. You would think I couldn’t get over the infatuation with coins formed when I was 8 years old and have been prevented from growing up to be a happy, healthy and productive adult.
Here I am 44 years later writing about wearing pajamas in the office all day. Sounds like I’m a supporting actor in a Bette Davis movie. Some of my relatives always thought my interest in coins was a little odd. I would be handing them proof, the smoking gun.
Fortunately for me, I am not a party pooper. Well, maybe I am, but that’s another story. I have an excuse. I had a dental appointment first thing this morning. I had to dress normally so they don’t call the police and haul me off for evaluation.
So what did I do? I brought some treats. I am sure my dentist will like the added business.