Are there moments when you indulge yourself in a fairly robust fantasy life?

I do.

And I am here to tell you, that if I were to tell you, it would be way too much information. Except for this one. 

Double Agent. Actually, it could be singular agent. A spy. Undercover. Dark glasses and all.

But, as I think about it there are some caveats to consider. I am pretty clear I couldn't buy into the trenchcoat wearing thing, for example. I really don't look good in belted garments. Hats either. Frankly, it's pretty hard to tuck in a head full of curly hair without looking somewhat like  Harpo Marx. 

And heights. I am not so good with heights. They are, those spies, always slinking along a crevice, or running around on top of a moving train. Unless they provided a tether I really couldn't preform that action either, could I?

Maybe I need to rethink this one.

Except, I really do like the potential accessories that one must have. Here's one in development. Perhaps by the time it is perfected I will have shorn my locks, lipoed my waist and dealt with my phobias, all in time to don this thing. It's a wrist top computer. And it works with gesture commands. It's a bracelet that acts like a smartphone.  How cool how chic, how 007. 

My new Bourne again identity.