I've repeatedly mentioned how stressful it is to be working in the desert, with the reactionary politics of the Marine Corps thrown in.
At least, this week, I made sure to bring my loungewear - something I couldn't even do until now. It feels so much better wearing the camisoles and leggings that I had bought in Seattle; I had bought them precisely for this purpose (though they can/will also be worn on the streets, with a suitable tunic).
I'm not exactly "femming" out, but at least I don't look so hideous in the mirror anymore, and that alone is a priceless feeling. I'll try to carry that feeling straight into bed - and my dreams.