Every morning, I begin my day with a shower. What a pleasure...the perfect way to wake up.
If there's some stress going on with me, I sometimes close my eyes and imagine that the water is a pretty blue color, and it's washing away the excess worries, leaving me to focus on what I can do to fix the REAL issues.
Today was a
bodacious day for making sawdust, and the heat in my garage was 119 degrees...man, I was guzzling water like it was going out of style. Anyway, I knocked off awhile ago, and treated myself to a really COLD shower (which I normally hate). Cooled me down to a tolerable level, and left me far more "aromatically pleasant."
I've decided that showers are
the whole point of civilization.
I used to think it was Martinis.