After a productive Saturday, my Sunday called for slothfulness. I observe a strict balance in my life. If I run errands, grocery-shop, go to the vet, and cook dinner one day, I must lay in bed in my pajamas until 4pm the next day to compensate for the previous day's spike in productivity. But as I was lounging in bed at noon today, a super strong wind blew outside and shook the trees. And as I watched a tall and very anorexic palm Tree sway to and fro in my backyard, I played out a scenario that only the Hyper Anxious could identify with. I realized that if it happened to fall on my house, I would need to evacuate and the police, and most likely a News Crew, would arrive, and I could not speak to a policeman while trying to tug down my cat-print nightgown past my ass. And even more importantly, I could not speak to a news crew and be taped on camera for the nightly news with my not-washed face and no makeup. So here I am with my body and face dressed (and contoured! Take that Kim Kardashian).