The world has become such a terribly exciting, busy, freakish place. It feels so good to wear something classy-but-plain and retreat a bit from the chaos.

Have some tea.

Go for a walk.

Attend church.

Read a bit further in your nonfiction and much further in your fiction.

Cook something elegant and serve it with the good wine.

Play a boardgame, embroider or program something.

Chat with your friends.

A quiet protest at the madness.