Saturday Evening Post

Here I am, 8:00 pm on a Saturday, still not dressed for the day... but at least I bathed. That made me try to understand the appeal of a hot bath. I have felt terrible all day (usual end-of-the-week exhaustion + 20 hour work day yesterday), so the logical choice is to run a hot bath and soak away all the gunk. Maybe it is that the only time I take time for a hot bath is when I've been sick. Why not take a bath on a Tuesday when I come home from work covered in "animal?" Anyway... the only one who found the bath to be interesting was Kiste, who couldn't figure out what was going on in the bathroom and used her amazing door opening skills to let herself in and peek around the shower curtain, thereby scaring her mom to death. She actually tried to climb in... if I am sitting, she has open invitation to sit on my lap, whether or not the aforementioned lap is covered in "soothing tropical bath soak" bubbles. So, I soaked for as long as I could stand it (about 8 minutes) while Kiste "helped." Now I am sitting on my bed, listening to my "Melancholy Mix" and preparing for my hot Saturday night date with my dearly departed Mom. Goals for the week: 1- bathe on an evening when I feel great and simply want to relax; 2- Go to a movie, dammit; 3- renew my passport (can't believe its been ten years since I was mugged in Hamburg and had to get a new one at the consulate!) so I can have the freedom to take off at a moment's notice for anywhere in the world--it's nice to at least have the passport, even if the means and time to do the rest are oddly absent...;4- Meet the tall, dark, hansomely distinquished Love Of My Life who wants me to fly off with him at a moment's notice to Florence for dinner. Give me 6-8 weeks, oh LOML, and I will be ready. Until then, I know this great little place in Hollywood that would suffice.