I caught my down coat's pocket on a door handle the other week and spent the next two days wondering why I was walking around in a blizzard of down feathers. It took me a while to notice the gaping hole in my jacket. Then the weather got nice for a week and it hung in the closet, and of course the temperatures plummeted the next week. So I took my coat in to get sewn by a tailor, and now I'm freezing while waiting for it. If I learn one thing in this life, I would like it to be some small sense of planning.