drowning my cares

white bathtub

This is where I go to forget. And feel better. And rest. And restore myself. And feel born again.

Also: Clean.

Out of all the things in my life right now – all the things I love – my tub is my best friend, and the only thing that truly seems to calm me.

What calms you?

My #photo365 project on Tumblr.

coolest spot in the place

cat on bathroom floor

Mother of G*d, but it’s hot in my apartment! I’m writing this on Thursday night (the night before this will be published), and it’s been hovering around 90 degrees (33 Celsius) or more for the last couple of days inside my unit. Above is a photo I took of one of my cats this morning. He was flaked out on the tile floor in the bathroom – apparently one of the cooler places to be. Literally.

I don’t usually mind the heat. I suffer from a circulation disorder called Raynaud’s Disease, and I’m typically so cold all winter that when summer comes, it’s like the ultimate freedom from discomfort. Except when it gets too hot to cool down. Like tonight.

When I got home from work (after being sequestered all day in an air conditioned office), I practically passed out from physical exhaustion. Thank heaven for cool baths…