I had been looking forward to my hot tub soak all evening. After work I stopped at the store, came home and made dinner, paid the piano tuner (which was way more expensive than I had assumed- ouch), and graded tests.
The hot tub had been beckoning in the back of my mind whole time. Just as I was about to head out, I heard raindrops on the skylights. I contemplated going out with an umbrella. Then I pictured myself sitting in the hot tub under an umbrella as my towel and robe got rained on.
“Get a hold yourself,” I admonished. I glanced at the bath tub, which has become solely a place to hang out wet suits.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to do.” I’ve already turned the water off three times to listen for the absence of rain drops. Nope, still there.
My Corner of the Village 