Ah, divorced socks.Ok, it has been an absolutely crap day. Nothing serious. Just other people. And all of my socks have divorced and one partner moved out to who knows where.
So, the only known cure is kitten photos. Herewith --
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This is the look my cat gives me, not when the bowl is empty, but when any part of the bottom of the bowl is visible. There might be 3 days worth of kibble in there, but if 1 square millimetre is visible, I am promptly informed that the situation is not satisfactory.
This is something with which I am (or, have been) familiar.
An adjacent problem to divorced socks - not least, because the outcome is the exact same - are sock situations where the relationship has become terminal, in that one partner is unable to continue because of something such as a hole in an unfortunate (and profoundly uncomfortable) spot, such as a heel, or a toe.
These days, mine are mostly black or navy, (there are a few in sandy shades, too), and several pairs of each are bought at a time, which means that fresh partnerships can readily commence without too much inconvenience or a sustained assault on one's senses.