I set the clock so I could get up and take a shower and keep an appointment this morning. So what am I doing? Lollygagging and procrastinating. Killing time blogging.

To begin with, getting a bath is a Hollywood production. I have a routine: Turn the heater on in the bathroom to warm it up, wipe down the bathtub, brush hair to remove loose hair (anything my dear, to prevent clogged drains) plug in the hot rollers, lay out the underwear and outerwear I want to put on, lay out towels, washcloth in the bathroom; make sure I have a bar of Dial or Zest ready, get the footscrubber ready, floss and brush my teeth, shave underarms etc etc --only then do I even step foot in the tub.

Men are different. I have a brother in law who can come home from work, shower and be dressed in 10 minutes flat. I was always so impressed with that. I had a husband who used one washcloth to bathe with, then would wring it out and dry himself off with the same one (he said he learned that in the military.) I can't picture a woman anywhere who could or would do that.
Oh well, I can't put it off any longer. If I don't get a shower, the buzzards will be circling. Bye y'all, susil