socks

I used to be a crazy-patterns sock kinda guy. Recently though, I've been subscribing to the economically efficient bulk-solids-and-reasonable-patterns sock packs, i.e. a Kirkland socks from Costco.
I now have a drawer full of socks. Combine this with my for-all-intents-and-purposes color blindess, and my general lack of higher cognitive thought processes before 8am, and it's bound to happen.
Walking to the train station, my left sock was snuggled comfortably at upper calf, but my right kept slipping down to my ankle. Upon further inspection, I discovered that I was (am) wearing unmatching socks.
The left sock is a blue so deep I am probably within my legal rights to call it black (at least under fluorescent light), with a wide-spaced striping pattern, just below knee length, medium weight poly/cotton blend.
The right sock is new-moon-on-a-winter-night black, with a slightly narrower striping pattern, mid-calf length, medium weight poly/cotton blend.
I can blame no one but myself, for it was I who paired and folded the dried socks and placed them in the sock drawer. It was I who removed them from the drawer. It was I who pulled them onto my feet. And it is I who sits here now, confessing my sock-sins to the World Wide Web. Ah, the power of the blog.