Clean

I'm easily pleased at the moment admittedly, but today was just the greatest. With the aid of an old-person adjustable shower stool, acquired recently, I was able to achieve a proper shower and hair wash for the first time in 24 days! I feel almost human again, especially after using the gorgeous shower cream Enya gave me as part of her birthday present to me - thanks so much R kid. There were a few wobbly moments getting in and out of the bath, and a bit of crutch skiddage (non-anatomical term) on the wet floor afterwards, but I managed the task without scaring myself too much or breaking anything else. Most of the shots I did of the sexy new stool turned out to have an unflattering amount of naked boobage reflected in the shower head, which I don't think would have passed the censor, so this doctored one will have to represent my big breakthrough into cleanliness day.

Bath song.

Sing hey! For the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away
A loon is he that will not sing
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better then rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed
but better is beer if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!


~ John Ronald Reuel Tolkien