Bubbles at Midnight
Another afternoon/evening shift, and I spent half of it feeling bitter I was stuck inside working, because wow, it was a beautiful, unseasonably warm day. By the time I broke for dinner, the day had become cloudy and windy, and the heat seemed more like a threat. Knowing I would have a work-hangover the next morning anyway, I rewarded myself with a post-work bubble bath; a book seemed like too much work, so I queued up some TV on my laptop. Yes, in the bathroom. Ain’t technology grand?
“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.” -Sylvia Plath
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