Hot Showers

Today I am grateful for hot showers.  Yesterday after being in the pool for almost two hours, I was starting to seize up and get stiff like an old ironing board.  (Anyone under thirty can Google ironing boards.) I couldn’t wait to get in the hot shower.  It’s the “Y” so there is nothing glamorous about it, but the temperature didn’t disappoint.

Before he takes a shower, my husband puts on an extra heater in the bathroom and pumps the room temp up until I feel like I’m in a sauna, or worse, back in Jakarta.  Then he takes a moderately hot shower.  I don’t know how he even breathes in there.

Not me.  I don’t mind if the room is cooler, as long as I can crank the water temp up to scald-the-feathers-off-a-chicken.  It has to be hot, really hot and I’m very grateful when it is!