Sunday, after putting it off for a couple days, the milliner and I got away from the city and our mess of a new place and went to our favourite spa to enjoy the sun and, well, relax in hot tubs and stuff. When we arrived, the place was lousy with the madding crowd who had the same idea as ours, but within an hour it had pretty much cleared out and we had the run of the pools and steam rooms.
At one point, we’re in the hot tub, enjoying the view and the solitude, when I somehow (I don’t know how. Don’t ask. I’m hardly responsible for my actions sometimes.) decide that, gosh, I think I’m gonna do the reclining hero pose. Wouldn’t it be cool? My limbs are limber from all this warm water and, who knows, perhaps I’ll reach nirvana from lack of oxygen, being under water and all.
Oh, sure, the bottom of the hot tub is ultra-textured to prevent folks from slipping, and sure, it hurts a bit on the feets, but that’s okay, right?