No boardroom hostages today, so I told the necktie it could take a personal day off. Instead, I threw on a salmon Ariat shirt and paired it with a turquoise bolo tie. Bottom half stayed respectable with navy trousers, oatmeal ribbed socks from Southern Scholar, and my Allen Edmonds doing their best “yes sir” impression, while the Bulova Marine Star on my wrist keeps perfect time and the new Ralph’s Club fragrance keeps perfect compliments. And yes, that little scent diffuser in the corner is working overtime, because even my office deserves to smell like a million-dollar cowboy instead of burnt coffee and broken dreams. Smelling good, feeling dangerous, and ready for whatever casual Friday throws at me, preferably brisket. 🤠🌵💨