This is my third night on the road and all I can think about is getting back home tomorrow. It is inconceivable that it’s only Wednesday night; it feels like I’ve been gone for 2 weeks! The hotels I stayed in the last two nights had no tub, just a shower. Big problem.
I am a bath fan. Love them, love them, love them. I know you either love them or hate them and I love them. I know even if you love them, as I do, you may not like the idea of sitting in a bathtub where many have sat before. Actually, now that I’ve put it like that, I’m having some issues myself.
But I can get past them. Because I can fill the tub as high and as many times as I want. And I can lay in that tub until I am one big pruney Sister Rain. I can take a drink and a book with me or just lay back and enjoy the bubbles. The bubbles are the first thing, by the way, that go into the suitcase.
There’s no laptop or deadline or co-worker in there with me.
Just me, my bubbles and I.
