I feel guilty taking baths because they are such a huge waste of water. So mostly I don't take them. But I took one tonight because my body's tweaky due to seven straight days of exercise. Apparently working out my stress and anxiety isn't working so I blankety blanked, did yoga, grabbed some Pinot and hopped in the bath listening to my ubercool playlist and reading about John Cheever in the latest Vanity Fair. Feeling better.
Kinda thinking that it's a bit preternatural that I'm alone right now, but then I always think that cause I love myself and treat myself tenderly and always hold myself afterwards, until I fall asleep.
Tomorrow's day eight.
On the ninth day I shall rest.
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You are a joy. Thank you.
That's a good eye deer. I'm going to hold myself tonight, too.
Myself needs it.
well, but if you put epsom salts in your bath it counts as medicine -- did you know your skin absorbs the magnesium from the salts?
Bathing as medicine. That's how I'll view it from now on. ;)
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