Bath.

There's something so soothing about a bath. I can see why all the spa treatment facilities rake in so much business. It's better than an alcohol or drug buzz because you know it's natural and there's not gonna be some harsh rebound, just a gentle segue back into real life.

I just took a very hot steamy bath with those little beads in it and lots of bubbles. Also had all the lights out except some candles. I just sat and soaked for the longest time, submerged except for my nose, then finally I used a sponge to gently scrub my entire body with a new shower gel I bought. It felt decadent and slightly gay, but no one except the whole world knows, so it's ok.

When I got out I brushed my teeth the entire two minutes the toothbrush wants me to, then put the polishing attachment on and used that for a bit. I had already shaved before the bath, but now I put on my aftershave lotion and used a couple Q-tips to get the excess water from my ears. Stepped into a robe and slippers, grabbed something cold to drink, and sat in front of an open window with a slight balmy draft oozing in, just right and not enough to be uncomfortable.

In my new king-sized bed, with my best pillow propped behind me, I just went into deep relaxation mode as I listened to some very slow, haunting songs. It was a night made in heaven, delivered to me by ethereal FedEx and I was actually there to sign for it for once. Sometimes things just go right. We need to acknowledge that. Little things they may be, but nothing that gives you that tight, clean glow after a long day of physical work should be written off as 'little' in my book. Au revoir... avec plasir!