In today's edition of 'I'm dressed but not really' I dig into my suitcase where I keep out-of-season clothes I pull out a pair of brown harem trousers grab an old mustard t-shirt from the drawer wear a black three-quarter-length sleeved thin top over it and walk around the house in flip flops. It's cloudy but warm. It's Spring but we're indoors. I don a bra and say I'm dressed anythings that's not pijamas counts as clothing but the old black jumper could be either and baggy t-shirts become perfect sleepwear. Who is to say I'm up or not today? Maybe clothes have nothing to do with it. Maybe it's the attitude that counts.