When I woke up this morning, I realised I'd worn the wrong socks to bed. Apparently I'm the sort of person who has right and wrong socks for every occasion. When and how this happened I do not know. There are people out there who never think about such things, people who wear mismatched socks to yoga and even to work. Maybe they are happier people.
To clarify - stripey, colourful or otherwise "lively" socks can't be worn to bed lest they prevent a peaceful night's sleep. The same goes for black socks which, as everybody knows, are nightmare inducing. I do have a pair of bed socks, which I bought simply because they were called that. I tried wearing them to bed but had to remove them because they made my feet too hot.
Makes me wonder what great things I could be doing if the socks part of my brain was freed to contemplate other things. Imagine if my whole life I've been held back, not by a lack of positive thinking, but by thinking far too much about socks.