.... the power of a hot shower.
And yes, I had to pack a towel, a flannel, a sponge bag, the $1.50 thongs that were bought at Kmart last night, and put on a hoodie and drive to the gym... and it may mean stowing my clothes and car keys in a locker and stripping off in public.
But a longer shower, where the water doesn't have to be turned off after every minute in case the bathroom floods, where you know you can get the conditioner out of your hair, where the water lets you sort out the knots in your shoulders. Where you don't have to stand around in the freezing cold while the glacial drain does its business.
And sure, you have to reverse the process, drying off and packing up and driving home again, but it was worth EVERY MINUTE.
I'll be doing it again tomorrow morning, but instead of just going for the shower I'll do a workout beforehand.
I'm just thankful I've got this option (though Jay did say I could shower at her place).
Anything is better than a dicky bird bath in the middle of winter.
Now I'm off to Jay's to do a load of washing. My washing machine is plumbed into the shower drain.
The struggle is real.
Thankfully, the tradie is coming tomorrow morning and the plumber with his gee-whizz-you-beaut drain unclogger will be around on Tuesday.
Really, it's a first world problem.
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