I am fully wearing a Dirty sweater to rehearsal today, like I even asked Morrison before I packed it, can you see that this sweater is covered in Dirt? and he fully told me Yes, but I decided that the beef water, or tomato sauce? was close enough in color to the sweater itself, so it was therefore fine. A certain amount of Dirt on and in things has become fully acceptable. There’s a threshold of poop or sand or blackberries on Joe’s pants or shoes that is, arguably, acceptable. There’s string cheese eaten off the floor. There’s similarly a certain amount of guilt, doubt, low-grade buzz of worry that can be worn, each day, eaten off the floor. There’s a comforting Good Enough, a not sweating the small stuff, as long as we brushed our teeth, and are Dressed, at all.