We're at the lake. Each day this week has seen the temperature higher and higher, but also more humid. I started out this morning with just putting on a swimsuit, having a light breakfast, and sitting on the deck in the shade with a good book. That seemed satisfying for a little while, but then I got thinking that maybe it would be a lot more comfortable if I went down to sit on the dock closer to the cool water of the lake. I was wrong and now I was just feeling uncomfortable.
My husband was away for the day tending to a little consulting job that he took just for intellectual curiosity so there was nobody for me to even talk to. So what to do? I think most readers know me by now that when I get into one of these moods there is only one thing that I normally resort to. I went back upstairs to the house. I had no idea how much I had to have been sweating even in just the swimsuit with no exertion, but the air conditioning felt great when I stepped inside. My first inclination was to sit on the couch and read some more, but there was that little voice that suggested something else. Yes, I did retire to the bathroom, made myself a nice can of warm soapy water, peeled off my swimsuit and treated myself to a decent cleaning out. It was another one of those times when a good enema was just the emotional relief that I needed. Afterwards, I put on a clean swimsuit, made a glass of iced coffee, and returned to the deck. Wonderful! Just wonderful!