Speed Undressing Skills: Not My Finest Hour

I didn’t, in my golden years, set out to become particularly skilled at dressing—or undressing.All I ever wanted was to stay warm, stay comfortable, and carry on as I had for the previous half century.But somewhere along the way, time began behaving a little differently than it used to. And certain moments now arrive with far less warning than they once did.Small delays begin to matter. A lot.In this tale from Clarence Mills, a perfectly ordinary routine meets the quiet realities of aging—where dignity occasionally finds itself on a very tight schedule, and efficiency becomes less of a preference and more of a necessity.What follows isn’t so much a story about clothing as it is about adaptation, timing, and doing the very best you can under increasingly urgent circumstances.Good intentions are present throughout. So is determination.If you’ve ever found yourself moving just a little faster than expected…If you’ve ever discovered that time is no longer entirely on your side…If you’ve ever re-evaluated a perfectly ordinary routine under slightly more pressing conditions…You may feel very much at home here.I’ll be right here Thursday morning with another Clarence Mills tale. And if you’d like the next one to arrive without any effort at all, you’re always welcome to follow along.