I’ve gone through many iterations of thinking on this topic. I used to believe that we should dress to greet the world, regardless of the circumstances. But now that we’re in the midst of a global health crisis and many of us are self-isolating by edict, including me, my thinking has dramatically evolved. Other than an occasional excursion to buy necessities (food, and in my case liquor, too), I’m home all day every day, so who the hell cares how I’m dressed? And as I write this, I’m wearing pajamas and a robe (it’s 3 p.m.). However, I sought the feedback of my friend Ken, the most sartorially correct person I know. He maintains that dressing as if to leave the house instills in him a sense of normalcy, which he favors. I respect that. But that normalcy shakes me into the reality of just how abnormal this situation is.