I really want-to-need-to take a bath. So many reasons, so many considerations.
Is the breaker on? (I turned it off a year ago, I could tell you why, but that’s not what this is about.)
If the breaker is on, does the (bathroom only) heater still work? (I used it a year ago, I could tell you why, but that’s not what this is about.)
Will the bathroom floor hold the weight of a full tub of water? (A very serious consideration, I could tell you why, but that’s not what this is about.) I know with a semi-certain knowledge (as of a few days ago) that it might not even hold the weight of a shower full of water.
Precarious wonderment it is for a few minutes, ah, as I lie back, try to relax – and soak – before I realize that I need to focus on my task: cleanliness, not godliness. Not even happiness. Just cleanliness.
I dig the grime out from under my toe nails, soften them for clipping, something I cannot do in the shower. Then I consider the potential possibility of clogging the sewer.
I cut short my seriously-this-is-the-best-I-can-hope-for spa treatment. For the sake of my floor, for the sake of my sewer, forget about my toe nails.
While I dry myself off – after exactly six minutes in wonderland – I remember…I forgot to shave.
And I wonder if it matters. I think not.
And I wonder (I could tell you why, but that’s not what this is about, oh wait, yes it is!)
I wonder if anyone cares?