Two-phase day.
I wore my black knee-length soft pleated double-knit skirt with a blue polo shirt, black knee socks and workout shoes to the VA Hospital where I got help from a maintenance person for the ER location, then spoke to a lady at Admitting and then a young male intern who triaged me to get a look at the infection (he ruled out a sudden development of a latex or adhesive allergy). Then a nurse called my name and took me back to an exam room. Doctor said it was likely an infection and gave me a course of antibiotics and sent me off. (I banged my shin into a steel bed-rail which drew blood, thought I'd been fixing it with Neosporin and various band-aids. Oh well.)
I headed off to browse through Old Navy for a plus-size denim skirt without any luck. Apparently the only way to get one is order it thru the online store. Browsed a few more shops and got one of those new Subway flatbread pizza things and a Coke Zero. To pass some time I observed how the ladies who were skirted carried themselves, sat down, automatically kept their knees together and almost reflexively pulled down a skirt that had ridden up too high on one side. She was in a high-low gray maxi. There was another young lady who had on the exact same outfit I did except she had a white blouse and a light-n-dark gray cape thing with beige hose and flats. Went to another mall which was on the way home and checked out a few stores and some more people, went into the games store and checked to see if they had any tournament chess sets (they didn't) and fielded a trouble call from the office and went home. Also found the wind had picked up and had to 'manage' the skirt on the right side.
Two prior days when I got home the young teenage boys living on the street were hanging on my neighbor's front porch, playing with the puppy. First time they sort of stared, second time they said 'how are you doing?' and I reciprocated. They seemed more used to the idea that time.

That's three days with that little black pleated outfit.
Kicked back and did some computer work, then pulled on my swimskirt which makes a decent mini (black). Since I don't swim much, if at all, I'll likely use it as a walking skirt where I use a track, walk a couple laps, then walk 7/8ths of it (counting light poles) then sprint the last 1/8th and fall back to a walk and repeat until I hit my goal or can't sprint anymore, then do a slow cool-down lap or two. (1/8th mile track.) Came in, took out some trash to the garbage can and went in finally to change. Used the mirror and bent down from the waist to pick something up...yup, you could see everything if it wasn't for the built-in panties (or whatever). Freshly showered and shaved and ready to run the sound boards for tomorrow's district teen music competition.
Educational day. Fun day.
