Again, just as I was waking up this morning, nonsense started happening in my brain. First I thought about how the fibers of today allow you to do yoga and be active without fear of your clothes getting all stretched out. Then I heard my mother chastising me for sitting in a chair with my leg tucked under me, saying "your knees will be all baggy". Then, cut to a scene of me sewing wool pants and turning the waistband, with several different scenarios including me accidentally poking a hole in the corner. Then, a scene of me cleaning a rich guy's house, wearing the wool pants and the knees becoming all baggy, then. . . . Finally, I was so disgusted with all this nonsense I decided it was time to get up!