the bath
The last several weeks I've felt mostly like a black cat wandering around in circles with an upside-down horseshoe adorning my neck. The situation has grown to proportions that could really only be dealt with by crawling into a hot bath armed with an Oprah magazine (the feel good magazine, if ever there was one...) and various junk foods. And by various, I mean many.
After an hour (or two) I felt immensely better.
And then I tried to pull the plug. Which I had jammed forcefully into the drain to prevent leakage. Removal was accomplished with a pair of needlenose pliers.
Dear Life.
Must we fight all the time?
It's so uncivilized.
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