A Cold Saturday Morning

A couple of weeks ago it was an unseasonably cold Saturday, plus it was dreary and overcast. I stirred briefly as my husband got up out of bed and went to his study to work on his computer. I merely rolled over and pulled the covers up snuggling with the goose down comforter that was the topmost layer. Some time passed, and I have no idea of how long, that I thought I had to face reality and get up. It was going to be what I refer to as a "slow" day meaning not much of anything was on the "to do" list and I didn't need to be anywhere. Just as I was about to start running the water for a shower, the idea that an enema might be a good way to start the day entered my mind. I retrieved our trusty combination syringe from the hall linen closet and ran the water at the sink. Because the spout is so low on the faucet, I can't fill the bag easily, so I also keep a one pint measuring cup handy. I had no sooner filled it the first time, when my husband appeared.

"Good morning, sleepy head," he said kissing my shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"It just feels like a great morning to do a little cleaning out," I told him.

"Are you OK?" he asked. "You're aren't sick are you?"

"No, I'm fine. I just like to do this from time to time. It makes me feel great."

His only answer was, "Whatever." And at that he left the room.

I finished filling the bag, hung it from the towel bar, and spread some towels on the floor of the bathroom. The tile was cold under foot as I kicked off my slippers and stepped out of my PJ bottoms. I don't own a lot of fancy equipment and the drugstore combination bag that I bought when we got married is still used. About ten minutes later, I had filled, but also stayed in position with the nozzle still inserted as the enema did its thing. This is when I think about the word s-l-o-w because if you take your time receiving an enema, then taking your time holding it, you'll get maximum benefits from it. That morning, I truly did, too.

By the time I was done, I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen so putting my PJ bottoms and a bathrobe back on I followed the wafting odors to the kitchen where my dear husband was just pouring two cups. Ready to start the day I offered to make him pancakes and bacon, to which he readily agreed.

Was the beginning to a great day or what?