Well, it has started!
I drove my mother down to my brother's house at the south end of the state. Since Mom knows of my CDing, I was wearing my Bootcut jeans (with my high heel boots of course!) and a red long sleeve tee shirt over my VS bra and boyshorts. I had my full forms in so I wore a bulky sweatshirt just to avoid freaking my Mom out 
. My brother also knows so no problem at his house when we arrived.Now, when I put Mom's bags in the car, I also put in one of my own containing my wig, lipstick (red to match my tee shirt) and a short ladies jean jacket. When I left to return home, I stopped at the end of the street out of sight of the house. There I removed the sweatshirt, put on the wig, applied some lipstick and off I went.
So, about 250 miles dressed with the 2nd 125 as fully dressed as I have ever gotten. And almost the entire trip done in full daylight.
Just to end the day on a more relaxed note, I just got out of a nice, warm bubble bath.
Now its time to kick back with a good book...
Love,
Kathy
Carol Ann
I woke up at a reasonable hour and was getting ready for my shower when I discovered I had no hot water. Pulled on my jeans and a shirt, went down to the basement and, sure enough, there was a red light on the water heater's oil burner. Followed the instructions and pressed the reset button. It hummed for a few seconds then quit and the red light came back on. 
So, back upstairs, put in a service call, time-and-a-half for Thanksgiving, and had breakfast. The service man arrived a bit before 11:30 AM and worked until about 12:15PM. We had an oil delivery on Tuesday and that apparently stirred up the oil in the tank and caused a bit of crud to go down the line and clog the burner nozel.
Hey, just wondering if any of your neighbours know you're home by yourself. I know exactly how those unexpected knocks at the door can make you jump when you're decked in your finest femme outfit and see that familiar face through the window. 
Worse still if they know you're home. 
Some of my earliest experiences and close calls have come in those situations, which I'm sure some of us can relate to. As a precaution, I remember having all my guy clothes laid out, avoided makeup that wouldn't wash off in a hurry and had something ready to stash the femme clothes in. You can imagine the fun (read: horror) of trying to quickly get out of that fitted dress in a manner that would have made a contortionist proud. So did you ever have a plan B for this week?
But, I wasn't really worried about that anyway. Nobody outside of my family ever has any idea who is or isn't here at any given moment. Our nearest neighbors are nearly a quarter of a mile away and they are nearly as old as my mother and just as frail. Chances of someone just dropping in here are almost nill. Also, this is a large, two story home with four bedrooms upstairs. Its unlikely that a car could get up the drive without me knowing it and plenty of opportunity to make like "nobody's home". I use one of the bedrooms as my office. While I was up here this afternoon we had a FedEx delivery and a local lady dropped off the Xmas wreaths my mom ordered from her. I saw them but they just saw an empty house.
All!
At the moment, I'm still wearing the blue dress I took a photo in. I guess I ought to change before I start cooking dinner. I'd hate to stain it on the first wearing. 