Day 307: Early Bath

I am not the turtle. Or the kitten. I am flitty brains.

What is not to be grateful about foreboding skies that end up forgiving you? The air was thick and heavy with rain, all dark, but it held off. The water was a tiny bit colder than it has been, and beautiful. The water was forgiving too, whatever that means. I felt forgiven. 

I worked with varying degrees of success, but I did manage to get things done. An odd translation that I found challenging yesterday was improved a little bit today, and it was lovely working together with the translator (I'm the proofer and voice of English-speaking sanity) to get the best result. Here's another person that I've never met, but who is a friend and colleague of a very lovely friend in Spain (or maybe even Mexico now). 

The old clifftop hot tubs at Esalen. That's the Pacific, that is.

I went to see a room and was grateful that there was an easy hook to say no to, rather than just generally 'I don't think so'. Having a bath is one of the most delicious indulgences I have. I hardly ever do it. When I move, I want a bath tub that delights me and the possibility to really indulge. Not often, but when I do, then properly, decadently, gloriously. 

This is not me.

I'm distractible like a small child and everything around me is a kitten or a lollipop. It's made for interesting times. Speaking of time, I'm under time pressure to finish tonight, so everything else will just have to wait!

Grateful for lots, though. And I feel gentle. Now THAT's an improvement.