The Summer of 2010 is hot, here on the East Coast. Its been one 90 degree day after another. And if anyone remembers my post about the effects of heat and humidity on yours truly, then you will remember that they make me insane. Even my cats are so hot, all they do is lie around like lumps in the summer wasteland.
And it hasn't helped with the bathroom renovations. I have been busting my ass to get most of the walls up at the very least. This meant waiting for the carpenter we hired to finish some complicated framing work, completing the 90%-finished plumbing, installing vanity with sink and hardware, some other minor framing, and drywalling. All of this to boost our upcoming appraisal for refinancing our mortgage. I have been taking vacation time for it,
using free weekends, and even putting in some hours on weeknights. Its a black hole on the things-to-do list.
Last weekend, I spent an entire Sunday in there, with the little A/C that comes from the adjacent bedrooms, putting up drywall. I was not a happy camper at the end of that home improvement session. I was over-heated, drenched in sweat, and exhausted.
Now, one of the upsides to doing massive amounts of that kind of work, for me anyway, is the tremendous sense of self-satisfaction that washes over me. It can be quite soothing and if I could remember how it felt more often, I would probably be more likely to be motivated to accomplish more in my life.
As that feeling began to set in, I opened a Corona, slapped in some lime, turned on my music player, and jumped into a cold shower.
I took a deep chug of some ice cold brew and Muse's "Knights of Cydonia" came on, all while I drenched my head in the shower stream and swam in my own self-satisfaction.
This essentially was a recipe for the perfect shower.
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