My son and his handsome siamese son skim are on a James Bond streak; watching every James Bond movie while he enjoys a classic gin martini three oloves up... Shaken, not stirred. It is carefully selected to reflect the man-vibes Bond wants his viewers to feel. This evening’s pick, shows our hero Mr. Bond looking up and out of the window-well of a concrete basement. The handsome Bond is wearing a well-tailored, pale blue suit, while the rays of sunshine pierce their way down and thru the metal grates, onto his chiseled chin. Patrick, mixing up the usual, instead made himself a Rob Roy (a variation of the Manhattan) for tonights viewing, as he believed the Johnny Walker matched the stiff upper lip, tough-guy appeal, for this lone wolf James Bond in self-isolation. Patrick stopped the frame of the movie and said, “Ma, even James Bond is being quarantined in the basement! We should be dressed like Bond. Enough with the jeans and T-shirts, I’m wearing a suit, even in the basement.” Are you dressed for the occasion? Maybe we create our occasion? What are you wearing today? Be more like Bond. Maybe we constitute “Wear a suit, Wednesday!”