Life or Something Like It

Obviously I was wrong about Ike, at least for the Pittsburg area. It
hit pretty hard on the coast, people are still without power. In fact,
I believe some people in the Tyler area are still without power. I have
taken a hiatus from news and most especially weather so I'm really not
sure about that. I do know that the beach house we stayed in on Crystal
Beach is now no more than driftwood. It saddens me. We had such a
lovely time there. So, while I was wrong, I unfortunately was still
right. Just thought you'd want to know that Ike didn't whisk me away.
I'm still around. Mostly.

I was taking a shower yesterday, it was one of those leisurely showers
where I wasn't showering because I had to rush out of the house to
somewhere but just because it's the "non white trash thing to do."
(Thank you, T). I stood there and let the water pulse down on my neck
and my back, enjoying the warmth and calm in the dim light of my
bathroom. Suddenly, gurgle.. gurgle.. gurgle. It seemed the warmth and
calm had done its job and relaxed my tensed muscles. A little too much.
My once relaxing shower had come to an end and it was time to get out.
Now! I reach down to turn the water off, holding my stomach and
grimacing in discomfort. I turn around and reach blindly for my towel,
my towel that I'd left sitting on the bed. Rolling my eyes at my
forgetfulness, I brace myself for the rush of cool air that I know is
coming once I push back the shower curtain. I carefully step out of the
shower onto the cold floor, slipping and sliding to the bathroom door
and throwing water everywhere. I eyed the 3 feet of carpet between my
bathroom and my towel with trepidation and decided to go for it,
forgetting the box fan I have running full blast right outside the
bathroom door. I step out into the jet stream of cold air and let out a
squeal as I turn to ice. Piper lopes in to see what all the commotion
is about as I grasp my towel as if it were a life preserver. Satisfied
that I'm not being murdered, she gracefully turns around (if dogs could
roll their eyes I assume she would have done so) and resumes her snooze on the couch while I quickly remove the frigid droplets of water that didn't splash all over the floor already and don my pajamas (yes, I
traded one pair of pajamas for another... what's it to ya). I went from
tense to relaxed and back to tense in a span of about 30 minutes. And
of course after all that, I realized I didn't have to go any more.
Isn't that the way life goes? When you're finally ready for it, it
switches direction.