My workplace was burglarized over the weekend. Lots of expensive equipment and some money was taken. Nothing truly malicious was done. They didn’t set the place on fire or deface the things they didn’t take away with them. Nevertheless I hope the proper authorities catch and punish them in a big way.

For the first time I can remember I actually took a bath and enjoyed it. I’m not much of a water person; submerging myself in pools or bodies of water has never had much appeal. I don’t even find the idea of sitting in a hot tub or Jacuzzi the least bit tempting. Maybe there’s some truth to those horoscopes I’m so critical of, they all list my element as earth. One consequence of this is that I prefer showers as a means of getting clean. Although I do fail to see how baths are considered an effective way of washing away the daily build-up of stuff. How clean can you get sitting in bathwater after you’ve shampooed and soaped yourself? All you’ve managed to do is make the water very sudsy and grimy from whatever it was you washed off with that soap, and now you’re sitting waist deep in murky water. Eeew.

I have had friends and relatives try to sell me on the relaxing nature of a hot bath. I personally find the drum of falling water across my shoulders while in the shower very soothing. It has something to do with the warmth and rhythm of all that water; it’s enough to put me in a trance. I never would have suspected that stewing in placid hot water would actually be able to achieve the same thing for me … until yesterday. My ability to relax and actually enjoy a bath yesterday was the result of an act of desperation. I did something to my back this weekend that made a simple task such as making the bed into a painful challenge. Paul convinced me to try the tub and went so far as to actually draw a bath for me. I’m glad he managed to talk me into it because it ended up being wonderful and one of the best things I did all day. I can’t say it actually helped my back that much though, but I’m willing to give it another try.

My friend Wendy has gone into early labor and has now been sent home from the hospital twice. What I don’t understand is why they bothered to push her out the door while telling her she’s probably going to be back there in just a few hours if her labor doesn’t stop. They also encouraged her to walk … which I believe is an indication they want to advance her labor so that she’ll have her baby even sooner, instead of telling her to go home and take it easy … i.e. bed rest. Poor Wendy. I thought nurses and doctors were supposed to be nice and accommodating to someone obviously about to give birth.

I couldn’t reach Seester today to offer my apologies and congratulations at the same time. I suppose this will have to do for now. Here’s to Seester then:

I wish you a very happy future together. I’m sure things won’t be flawless, but this does mean you will no longer have to eat that dog food beneath a bridge all alone and there will always be someone to bail you out of jail … or at least to sit in the holding cell next to you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, I hope there weren’t Step-Monster or any Smother disasters.

I should really find a way to get more of it, but I halfway wish I never needed it at all.