Today I decided to wear a sweater. Not because it cooled off. Not because I needed to look nice and I thought my sweater would be just perfect. And not because I love sweaters (though I do). No, I "decided" to wear a sweater today because I have no clean clothes. I couldn't really explain to you why it is that I have no clean clothes. I mean it isn't as though I have to drag my clothes down to Utah Lake, scrub them with lye soap, and bash them against a rock before dragging them back home, putting them up on a line to dry, and then iron every single piece of cloth that I washed. I have it really easy. Still, I tend to run out of clean clothes on a regular basis. My pioneer ancestors must be hanging their heads in shame.