It’s Saturday Night and I’m gonna hafta take a shower.
I never take showers between Friday and Sunday. Or shave. I like to get really stinky and hairy on the weekend. Then on Sunday night, just before bed, I take a long shower and shave my head and face and voila! new me for the new week.
But since Orion joined us, I’m a little short on time during the week to shower (or shave, or brush my teeth for that matter), so I generally get a shower in every-other-day. Or maybe I’ll skip two days, I dunno. This leads to weird hiccups in the schedule.
And, to tell the truth, since I quit doing the kind of work that involves sweat and dirt and weather — ten years ago this month, actually — I kind of don’t see the point. I kind of dislike bathing, when all I’m washing off is cubicle stank.
So now it’s Saturday night and I realize I haven’t had a shower since Wednesday. And I have to go to the grocery store tomorrow where there will be other people and I’m not sure I can count on all of them being anosmic.
Everyone should shave their heads. At least once in your life.
It has been twenty four days since my last blog post.