I must confess I have a big addiction that has gotten worse with my big move to the city: taking baths. The Hobbit Hole didn't have a tub and for six years whenever I was presented with a bath opportunity, I would jump right in, literally.
I was thinking about my bath addiction this morning while sitting in the tub. And how I took a bath last night with a cup of wine. And how I'd had a bath the day before, and yet another the day before that. I've got a fairly large hippie streak in me and I know about the wastefulness of bath water, but...baths are awesome! I recycle and walk/ride the bus most places, and I eat like a sea otter (vegetarian with all the tasty fish of the sea). And I can stop taking baths anytime. Really. And I'm not just saying that because my feet are all wrinkly from my several hour stint this morning.
But now that I AM out of the tub, it seems to be time for my other long-lived addiction: my espresso machine. I've only had one shot today and that is not nearly enough to get me through the next four hours of homework. And then who knows? I'll probably need a nice long bath to relax afterward...
Moral of today's story: kicking the edge of the bed hurts and that's why I've wrapped blankets around the dumb, pokey edge.
An Erinku:
thinking about
relocating this
homework camp
to a coffee shop
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