In a way that weirdly felt like indulging at least a bit, today I never dressed in anything more involved than a robe. My red robe, the one I've had for 22-some years, what I wore on the two "March of the Lebowskis" I attended — where in May 2008 and May 2009 I and hundreds of others in robes walked from a SE Portland park to the Bagdad Theatre for late-night The Big Lebowski screenings. (...wish I had photos of me from those.)
Anyway. A robe. Or less, when I was in my room, reading and later watching Spike Lee's 2002 film 25th Hour.
The one productive thing I needed to do, besides eating of course, was a load of laundry. Still did it in my robe.
I'm not going to be the "in my robe all of the time" person. I'll get fully dressed Monday.