Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Cool ... Clear ... Water.

I can't imagine anything better than a good shower after three months abed.

Part of any recovery therapy when I was a child, was for my mother to set me off in some other part of the house, put crisp sheets on my bed, give me a thorough warm bath, and put me back to bed in a clean gown. She was a good mama.

So is Peg.

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