2.16.2009: Rub a dub dub

I love baths. It's go time with my dissertation and nothing relaxes me before bed like a hot bath. I'm always extremely grateful for that super-hot-almost-burns-you water... it doesn't always come out of my faucet. Every so often, I get a lukewarm namby-pamby bath that just doesn't hit the spot. It reminds me of the summer I studied abroad in Russia and had to boil water in two tea kettles on the dorm kitchen stove. In a towel, I would trudge back to the bathroom, pour one tea kettle over me and scrub faster than I ever thought possible. The second tea kettle was to rinse. I actually got pretty good at rationing out the water just right, but seriously. I do not take that tub full of water for granted.